To my very special readers, I would like once more to share a short but meaningful piece of the bread of the word...I thank you all for your support and prayers, and keep you in mine.

God- Bless you as we go into the word.

Now one of the Pharasiees was requesting Him to dine with him, and He entered the Pharasiee'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 perfume.

 

We may deduce from this the 36th verse, that not all Pharisees were of the mind that Jesus was just another trouble maker, in a long line of trouble makers, which seemed to be appearing more frequently on the scene, in that particular period of time.

Jesus graciously accepted his offer to dine with him, and while reclining at his table a woman approached, who had somehow learned that Jesus was dining at this house.

Verse 37 says, she was a woman of the city a sinner...such an introduction of the woman, seems to indicate she might have been a Lady of the night...However this solitary woman doesn't seem to be so much troubled about what others might be thinking of her , she had a specific need, and somehow she sensed, or knew from prior meetings that here was a person who could offer some consolation and hope. It is quite likely she had seen and heard much about Him before now. Entering the room she stood behind the place where he was reclining, and took out a very expensive vial of perfume and began to wipe His feet...Here it is well to remember that the streets of that day were not paved or swept by the city everyday...Actually the streets weren't much more than well worn paths, and were no doubt quite littered with animal refuse. etc. It was a custom of that day to wash the visitors feet, undoubtedly the chore often fell to the slave to take care of. And she standing behind Him at His feet weeping, begins to wet His feet with her tears, and keeps on wiping them with the hairs of her head...AND KISSING HIS FEET AND ANOINTING THEM WITH PERFUME.

Have you ever witnessed such love, have you ever seen such passion, have you ever been so moved to enter the door of your own prayer closet, to anoint the feet of Jesus with your tears and pour out your vial of praise to anoint His person.?

Every time we shut ourselves away in His presence, to weep and pray, we wash His precious feet, and our praise rises as incense, as a sweet perfume to His heart.

We all were, at one time sinners, but now we have been washed , cleansed by His sacrifice...we may approach His presence without fear, for He has accepted us in the beloved.

Don't be put off by the strident voices who preach hatred and non-acceptance, but rather shut yourself into your own private prayer place and begin to weep before Him , He will quickly meet you there, and you will find He is no respector of persons.

We don't have to earn this privledge, it is ours for the taking, and He loves to love you.