I’ve heard the story before…
It’s just that the words didn’t seem to come alive in my mind the way that it did with me this time.
…the Word shared was so incredibly personal to me…
We read about the Luke 7 woman—
Luke 7:36-50 “When one of the Pharisees invited Jesus to have dinner with him, he went to the Pharisee’s house and reclined at the table. A woman in that town who lived a sinful life learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee’s house, so she came there with an alabaster jar of perfume. As she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them off with her feet, kissed them and poured perfume on them.
When the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, ‘If this man were a prophet, he would know who is touching him and what kind of woman she is—that she is a sinner.’
Jesus answered him, ‘Simon, I have something to tell you.’
‘Tell me, teacher,’ he said.
‘Two people owed money to a certain money lender. One owed him 500 denarii and the other 50. Neither of them had the money to pay him back so he forgave them both. Now which of them would love him more?’
Simon replied, ‘I suppose the one who had the bigger debt forgiven.’
‘You have judged correctly,’ Jesus said.
Then he turned toward the woman and said to Simon, ‘Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she did had poured perfume on my feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little.’
Then Jesus said to her, ‘Your sins are forgiven.’
The other guests began to say among themselves, ‘Who is this who even forgives sins?’
Jesus said to the woman, ‘Your faith has saved you; go in peace.’”
I was just undone as I just heard the reading of a few verses of scripture.
I knew prior to listening, that the Pharisee at whose house Jesus was having dinner was a religious leader. He was one who was near or at the top of the social ladder of the day.
Then a woman came into the house…uninvited…and described only as sinful. Someone who was looked down on by the social elite that was in the same room as her. I was under the assumption that she was a prostitute or something like that. It was the attitude of the man’s house of which she entered. Whether she was or she wasn’t, it was clear that she had done nothing that the society of the day would value or find worth in. She was clearly someone who was not respected and had made decisions that were surrounded by shame.
Somewhere along her days she had not only encountered Christ—but was completely and utterly changed by her introduction to him! She was drawn to him in a broken and desperate and loving way that moved her to weep at the feet of one who she knew was her hope. I don’t know if she gave a thought to who was in that room with Jesus and quite frankly if she had thought about it prior, all of those fears, worries and hesitations were thrown out the window as she wept and wiped the feet of one who accepted and loved her!
She was all in—sold out—broken—and compelled to be with him! She only wanted to be in his presence and worship him.
His love showered mercy on her…
He poured out grace as he gave her peace…
My heart, mind and soul was overwhelmed by the love and beautiful acceptance!
I found myself with tears streaming down my face unable to slow them or stop them from coming…though, truth be told, I’m not sure if I would have chosen to stop my heart from recognizing and admitting the love that made me speechless me in that outpouring. I am undone at the love. I am just amazed at the acceptance!
God teach me to come to you as this woman does…bringing all that I have, all that the world says of me and all the things I fear—everything…Father God, help me to bring all of me to your feet. Oh and the love…thank you with all that is in me for the love that you pour out on her…on me…with the little glimpse that I see and understand with my own mind and heart, I am overwhelmed with sheer joy! Thank you my Loving Father for your embrace and the acceptance that you have for me—I am undone with the immensity of what that means for me and my journey to and with you! God, I want what this woman with the alabaster jar has—to know and move with love toward you and not worry about what the world has to say about me. To know my hope and desire rest in You—in your presence. Thank you that you see me and pour grace and mercy on me…I am so beautifully thankful!