So I don’t know about the rest of the world, but the woman who wiped Jesus’ feet with her hair has always seemed really weird to me.
If I’m really honest it always makes me kind of uncomfortable to read how she kissed and put perfume on His feet. When I try to picture the story in real life (like I try to do with most of the Word) I just picture her being a really weird girl. To be a little more specific than “weird”, I guess I picture someone who may be a little too emotional or maybe not mentally ‘on this planet’. For my culture what she did is super weird, and I know it was even WEIRDER for her culture.
And all that together just makes me cringe when I read the story…
Well usually it does…
Last night we were spiritually attacked by darkness and so when we got home we were trying to recover by reading scripture and listening to praise music. I was just searching the Word for truth to fight off the enemy that was trying to pick at my thoughts and emotions, just desperate to hear God speak to me some comfort and peace.
He showed me so many verses about the promises and truths He has for us, as His children. But what stirred my spirit and made me jump into His arms was the story of this weird girl in Luke 7:36-50:
“Now one of the Pharisees was requesting Him to dine with him, and He entered the Pharisee’s house and reclined at the table. And there was a woman in the city who was a sinner; and when she learned that He was reclining at the table in the Pharisee’s house, she brought an alabaster vial of perfume, and standing behind Him at His feet, weeping, she began to wet His feet with her tears, and kept wiping them with the hair of her head, and kissing His feet and anointing them with the perfume. Now when the Pharisee who had invited Him saw this, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet He would know who and what sort of person this woman is who is touching Him, that she is a sinner.” And Jesus answered him, “Simon, I have something to say to you.” And he replied, “Say it, Teacher.” “A moneylender has two debtors: on owed five-hundred denarii and the other fifty. When they were unable to repay, he graciously forgave them both. So which of them will love him more?” Simon answered and said, “I suppose the one whom he forgave more.” And He said to him, “You have judged correctly.” Turning toward the woman, He said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house; you gave Me no water for My feet, but she has wet My feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. 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.’ Then He said to her, “Your sins have been forgiven.” Those who were reclining at the table with Him began to say to themselves, “Who is this man who even forgives sins?” And He said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”
Jesus was so personal with this weird girl!
Thanks for sticking with me through that lengthy passage.
Ok I want you to get on your creative side for a minute and really stick with me through this next part. Imagine Jesus, in the flesh, using His earthly voice, with His earthly feet right in front of you, using His breath (ahh, just to think of Him breathing next to me is overwhelming!) to have a conversation about forgiveness with the snobby man next to you. Then suddenly He turns to you and speaks with His voice, which spoke the world and all it holds into motion, “Your sins have been forgiven. Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”
If we are believers, Jesus has already personally spoken this same phrase to our sin-sick souls. Which is beautiful and overwhelming by itself, but could you imagine Him being beside you and speaking this to you???
It makes me want to get on my knees and grab whatever is next to me… maybe my hair… to wipe His feet, kiss them, and find whatever is most precious to me and pour it out on Him just to prove to Him that it’s all for Him.
It makes me want to get weird. Such a weird that, no matter what culture I’m in I look absolutely insane because of my love for Him and faith in Him. I long to hear Him verbally speak these words to me, but I hold it precious in my heart that He spiritually has already spoke this to my soul.
One day when I leave this world to join Him I will walk beside Him, listen intently to Him, and pour my love on Him just as I strive to do now on earth… but without the flesh, sin, or any darkness being able to block any part of me from Him.
It's probably obvious already, but I will go ahead and throw it out there - I'm learning to be vulnerable with Him.