The prophet drips irony using the voice of the idolatrous and indolent who say, “do not come near me, for I am too holy for you.”
It is in itself idolatrous: the idolatry of the one who worships their own sense of self.
It is the idolatry of fundamentalism: my way or the highway to hell.
It is the idolatry of fear: do not touch me.
It is the idolatry of purity: do not contaminate my quarantine.
It is the idolatry of violence and violation: if you touch me, my holiness will burn you.
It is the idolatry of judgement: I am much holier than you.
It is the idolatry of isolation: I will not love you.
Such idolatry leads us away from love. Such holiness is the opposite of godliness. The Christ of God is the one who deigned to become unholy, unsanitary, hanging with the unhinged, indiscriminate in his attention, promiscuous with his mercy, down and dirty with his love, laying himself into our hands: “This is my body.”
“Touch me, for you are not too holy for me.”