She had heard
of Jesus. Heard his voice, heard Him teach and there was something about Him that was different. His compassion with
people who were sick and hurting stirred something within her. Something she thought was dead.
She knew the level of her guilt.
She felt it from every stare in the room, she felt it coming from
every pore of her being. Guilty, GUILTY, dirty, filthy were the whispers in her mind.
She is
now standing behind His feet trembling. The tears begin to fall. As they fall, they fall on His dirty feet (that for some reason,
no one has washed) and her tears make clean tracks through the dust. She bends, uncovers her hair, hears the collective gasps from the
room but does not stop. She wipes his feet clean with her hair. As
she cleans she pauses to kiss them and more tears fall.
She
had almost forgotten the jar.
Her most prized possession. She had
scrimped and saved for months for this alabaster jar of perfume. This jar she anointed herself with between men. And now, she wants
nothing more than to give it all to this man. She knows that in
order to be clean, she must give it all. There can be nothing left. And so she pours out the contents of the jar until not a drop is
left.
Vaguely she hears Jesus speaking but is enraptured in His
presence. It isn't until she hears Him speak the words her heart had
longed to hear that she stops her flagrant worship. Jesus looks at
her with a tender and complete love and says, “Your sins are
forgiven. Your faith has saved you. Go in peace.”
In that
moment, the stirring in her heart, the feeling she thought dead, the
Hope inside her broke free and she laughed.
"You gave me no kiss; but she, since the time I came in, has not ceased to kiss My feet. You did not anoint My head with oil, but she anointed My feet with perfume. For this reason I say to you, her sins, which are many, have been forgiven, for she loved much; but he who is forgiven little, loves little." Luke 7:46-47
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