The meat of the sermon was about a woman who wasn’t given a name. A Samaritan and the first female evangelist, she was the one with the five previous husbands whose relationship status, at the time of meeting Jesus, was “with some guy who wasn’t her husband”. It crescendoed with the son of God telling her that she is loved, to which she inexplicably does not reply: “Mate, I know that. Have you not seen how many husbands I’ve had?” As a feminist parable, it lacked something in the sense-making department, but, as a Christian message of the sheer contagiousness of love and acceptance, it was a useful interruption of the drum beat.