July 7, 2013
Remember the story of the woman who poured oil over the feet of Jesus, wept and kissed him?
Luke 7:36-40 The Voice
|Luke 7:36-40 The Voice translation|
Once a Pharisee named Simon invited Jesus to be a guest for a meal.
Just as Jesus enters the man’s home and takes His place at the table, a woman from the city—notorious as a woman of ill repute—follows Him in. She has heard that Jesus will be at the Pharisee’s home, so she comes in and approaches Him, carrying an alabaster flask of perfumed oil. Then she begins to cry, she kneels down so her tears fall on Jesus’ feet, and she starts wiping His feet with her own hair. Then she actually kisses His feet, and she pours the perfumed oil on them.
That's how I felt.
Yesterday I had a memorable “point in time.”
My ear tuned to a melody: “The King of Heaven’s Armies is right here by my side. “
Tears trickled down my cheeks unexpectedly.
The Lord knows my real heart (and your real heart, too).
There’s no hiding.
In that perfectly overwhelming moment in time,
Tears confirmed what I know:
God has me.
He knows me.
I love Him.