Luke 7:37-38
And behold, a woman in the city who was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at the table in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster flask of fragrant oil, and stood at His feet behind Him weeping; and she began to wash His feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hair of her head.
It was probably the norm for this woman to be scorned by the Pharisees, to be looked down upon as an inferior. I'm sure when she'd see them on the street she would turn and walk the other way to avoid their judgmental looks. But Jesus. She knew He was somebody unlike any of them. She was drawn to Him even though it meant the humiliation of going into the house of one who had contempt for her.
There she was, behind Jesus, weeping. Not just a tear here or there. Weeping. Tears flowing in such an amount that she could wash Jesus' feet with them. She wasn't there to discuss theological issues. Her motivation wasn't to impress Jesus. But Jesus, He made an impression on her. He touched her heart to such an extent that she tuned everything out except for serving Jesus. And this was even before Jesus uttered the words to her, "Your sins are forgiven."
She didn't have all the schooling or training in the scriptures that the Pharisees did. But she recognized who Jesus was. How do I see Jesus? I get so locked up in trying to figure out all the theology of things and how I think it all works. Perhaps I need to just be in Jesus presence, weep at His feet and love Him in every way I can because of who He is and how undeserving I am of the forgiveness He offers.
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