Friday, November 30, 2012
'Questions seeking answers' was the topic a minister from my church used as a point of reference for her sermon taken from the book of Luke.
She talked about the woman the pharisee only referred to as a sinner. The woman who interrupted dinner to get to Jesus. The woman who washed Jesus feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. The woman who poured costly oil on his feet as other murmured and judged her, and Jesus.
I could just hear them, ' He calls himself a prophet? Does he not know what kind of woman he's allow to touch him? He's no prophet.'
The minister went on to describe her as a worshiper, giver, and one who held nothing back because she, unlike the pharisee believed and knew she was in the presence of our lord. She, unlike the pharisee knew she could never repay Jesus for saving her from the pit of hell, and then she ask, do you see this woman?
Do you see this woman? This sinner? Do you really see her?
This woman gave bits and pieces of herself as she looked for love in all the wrong places. She dreamed of a better life or at least an existence where she'd matter to someone. A place where her hoped would be acknowledged and desires nurtured. She'd been beaten, may be not physically but life had left her depleted, and mentally exhausted. Then came Jesus, the bread of life and burden bearer, he saw her, understood her, loved her, and forgave her. So now I'm asking you, do you see this woman? I do because that woman is me.