I like the story of Mary Magdalene. I wonder if this too is my story of redemption? I too was called where I was in my life. I continue to grow in Christ and I am still immature spiritually. Where I would be without Christ? Who is with me on this one? Who is not listening to His call? Come as you are. Let your tears fall to the feet of Jesus the Savior. Wipe the tears from his feet with your hair. I wonder if I have not offered water to clean the dust from His feet? When I feel the Holy Spirit move through me, my eyes swell with tears. His Spirit moves me often and the feeling is inexplicable. Yet I question myself; Do I starve for others attention? Am I humble in my works? I am realizing, the more I learn, how much much more I have to learn and experience. I pray He will continue to fill my eyes with tears. Let my tears fall at the feet of Jesus. Humble me as I wash His feet with my tears.
Luke 7:36-50 (NLT)
One of the Pharisees asked Jesus to have dinner with him, so Jesus went to his home and sat down to eat. When a certain immoral woman from that city heard he was eating there, she brought a beautiful alabaster jar filled with expensive perfume. Then she knelt behind him at his feet, weeping. Her tears fell on his feet, and she wiped them off with her hair. Then she kept kissing his feet and putting perfume on them. When the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would know what kind of woman is touching him. She’s a sinner!” Then Jesus answered his thoughts. “Simon,” he said to the Pharisee, “I have something to say to you.” “Go ahead, Teacher,” Simon replied. Then Jesus told him this story: “A man loaned money to two people—500 pieces of silver to one and 50 pieces to the other. But neither of them could repay him, so he kindly forgave them both, canceling their debts. Who do you suppose loved him more after that?” Simon answered, “I suppose the one for whom he canceled the larger debt.”
“That’s right,” Jesus said. Then he turned to the woman and said to Simon, “Look at this woman kneeling here. When I entered your home, you didn’t offer me water to wash the dust from my feet, but she has washed them with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You didn’t greet me with a kiss, but from the time I first came in, she has not stopped kissing my feet. You neglected the courtesy of olive oil to anoint my head, but she has anointed my feet with rare perfume. “I tell you, her sins—and they are many—have been forgiven, so she has shown me much love. But a person who is forgiven little shows only little love.” Then Jesus said to the woman, “Your sins are forgiven.” The men at the table said among themselves, “Who is this man, that he goes around forgiving sins?” And Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”