She was a sinner. It was no secret. Simon, the host, was a prominent Pharisee. He saw her when she walked in the door. But her eyes focused on One. She moved through a crowd of observers who hadn’t been invited to dinner, but were welcome to watch. (Luke 7:36-50)
In those days, social protocol allowed people to watch a party of this importance from a distance. Maybe a large crowd gathered around the perimeter of the table. After all, Jesus was there.
With no “pardon me,” the woman made her way through them, crossing the threshold of protocol to kneel at His feet. Tears dripped from her chin and cheeks, drenching His feet. As she wept, she poured out rare perfume. Fragrance and tears mingled in an outpouring of uncontained love.
Simon was appalled. And he thinks he’s a prophet…
Jesus, very much prophet, yet much more, knew his thoughts. He understood and honored her exchange. Extravagant love given, unbounded thanks received.
But that night thanks didn’t come from the host, one who should have recognized Him. Instead, it came from a despised and rejected one. Her outpouring defied convention and poured out unashamed. It was an offering that anointed the Savior.
Our tears and gifts mingle in imperfect humanity. We may get caught up in appearances. But He doesn’t. Somehow in a beautiful exchange, the offering of our hearts is received by a perfect God.
Does our gift wash away the dust of heartache from a world blind to Him? Or worse, the betrayal of those who’ve invited Him to the table, but refuse to give Him the honor He deserves?
This Passover season, may our love for Him cross over into a fragrant offering that anoints and invites with the sweetness of its fragrance. It might be a stench to some, but to Him, it is a preparation. One that we’re a part of.
Shalom in the River,