DAY 10

One of the Pharisees asked him to eat with him, and he went into the Pharisee's house and reclined at table. 37 And behold, a woman of the city, who was a sinner, when she learned that he was reclining at table in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster flask of ointment, 38 and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment.

Luke 7:36-38

I was just thinking about the woman and how she only heard Jesus was there and then made a plan in her head about how she could go to him, desperate for a way out. She took with her her livelihood (expensive perfume) and a plan to use whatever she had/knew. How she needed a fresh start and risked it all. Whereas the people at the table were still scoping him out

Yes, love that. I was particularly moved by her response when she heard Jesus was in town. Her reputation in that town would have made her a social outcast yet she walked into a room full of men and risked it all, just so she could see Jesus. To be honest, her response seemed a bit scandalous and excessive in my first reading of it but I guess that is the type of response we are moved to when we truly have a revelation of what we’re saved from.

It makes me reflect on my own worship. Hers was costly. It cost her year’s wage. What am I risking in my worship? Is it outrageous? I feel so many times, I/we miss out on an encounter with Jesus because we won’t humble ourselves enough to be desperate.

She didn't even know she'd be saved yet — like it was a "maybe just maybe he is who people claim he is. Maybe just maybe he can help me like he's helped others.” Raw desperation. She believed past her sense of knowledge. Past what she was sure of. She had FAITH.