It has been a long time, but today, I sat down to ponder my text to preach next Sunday.
The text is Luke 7:36ff.
Jesus is invited to the home of Simon–Simon the Pharisee. While eating, a sinful woman (read, “prostitute”) comes behind Jesus while He is eating. She anoints Jesus with expensive perfume and, weeping, washes His feet with her tears and wipes them dry with her hair.
Simon protests by scoffing that a real prophet would not allow such a woman to touch him.
Jesus sweeps to the woman’s defense with a story. Two debtors who owe vastly different sums are forgiven their debts. Jesus asks who will love the lender more.
The answer, of course, is the one who is forgiven more.
With that, Jesus explains that this woman loves more than Simon because she has been forgiven more. Simon, actually, does not love at all and the woman’s love overflows everything in her.
Then Jesus declares her forgiven and whole.
It is a common story. It is one we remember from Sunday School. It is one I have heard 100, maybe 1000, times. Down my cheek ran a tear.
I am moved by Jesus. There is no one and nothing that moves me more deeply than the grace and compassion of a God who would dwell among us. There is nothing that makes me more keenly aware of my own sin and my own forgiveness than spending time getting to know Jesus.
Only Jesus moves me so.
I hope I never lose the awe. Jesus, thank you for showing us the image of God and for drawing it out of us.