Unclean!’ As long as the ulcer was present, they were obliged to live apart, outside the encampment (Leviticus 13:45-46). Leprosy was deemed incurable; however, if it spread over the entire body and later shed like scales, it was regarded as non-contagious. In that case, the priests could pronounce the leper clean and, as a sign of their purification, mandate the sacrifice outlined by Moses.
St. Gregory the Theologian articulates the plight of these individuals in his discourse on love for the poor, delivered in the almshouse founded by St. Basil the Great, where there were numerous lepers. He describes a heartbreaking spectacle seldom believed by those who have not witnessed it: individuals resembling the living dead, with limbs that have rotted away, unrecognizable as their former selves—rather, they are but the wretched remnants of humanity. They experience a torment of self-pity and hatred, unsure of whether to lament the loss of their bodily parts or the existence of those that remain. They cry for those parts that have been taken too soon and for those which suffer due to the ongoing ailment. These individuals are already as good as buried, with no one to offer them a proper burial. They possess no possessions, family, or friends; many avoid them, shun their presence, and recoil from the mere thought of sharing the same air.
Who holds more compassion than a father? Who can be more nurturing than a mother? Yet, for these outcasts, parental warmth is closed off. Fathers, despite mourning their sons, push them away. Mothers weep for their living children as if they were lost, longing to embrace them yet dreading their afflicted flesh. Anguish and persecution surround these unfortunate souls, driving them from towns, homes, public squares, and even from sources of water. Strangely enough, those we cast away as unclean, we compel to return, denying them shelter, nourishment, medicine, and clothing. Consequently, they roam aimlessly, destitute and naked, revealing their afflictions while singing sorrowful songs to beg for scraps of bread, a morsel of cooked food, or tattered rags to shield themselves from shame or alleviate their suffering. Who could remain unmoved by the sound of their collective groans? Who can endure this heart-wrenching scene? Here lie some beside one another—not for joy, but united by their suffering. Though a crowd of onlookers may gather, their sympathy is fleeting. These individuals are tormented by the heat of the sun, the dust, and at times, by harsh cold, rain, and storms; they would be trampled had they not been viewed as repugnant. In response to the sacred hymns resonating within the temple, they reply with groans and cries, their lament echoing the solemn prayers being offered.
Among these afflicted was one who hurried to Jesus, falling at His feet, as recounted by the Evangelist Luke, or kneeling before Him, as noted by the Evangelist Mark, imploring Him: “Lord, if You are willing, You can make me clean” (Luke 5:12). This man understood his condition to be incurable, yet he possessed a profound faith in Jesus’ power, believing that if He willed it, healing was possible.