Luke 7 :36

The woman that had washed Jesus's feet with tears.

She had taken her whole life, to place it at his feet.

Her long beautiful hair. "The glory of a woman", The bible says. She had used THAT... to wipe his feet.

Her tears. An outburst of her emotions. Her hurt. The way she had felt. Deep, down inside.

The perfume. That she had spent probably a year's wages to buy. Money that could have fed her from day to day. It could have been her prized possessions. The money she had wasted her life to earn.

She had poured it onto His feet. Into the soil. Never to be seen again.

Did she care?
All she wanted to hear, was that her sins were forgiven. That she could be free from the life that she lived. From the scorn of common people. From the hate of angry wives.

What the pharisees had withheld.
Jesus... had feely given.


A multitude of things, make me better than her. I've an education. A house to live in. Food that i complain about and refuse to eat. I definately don't have to undergo despise and scorn. Or the shame of a prostitute.

But there is one thing in which she surpasses me.That is her love for God.
Because she didn't have anything worth living for.
Because she had everything to be foregiven for.

That she treasured His forgiveness of her sins.
THAT much.

I want to be like that.