September 10, 2018
Luke 7:37-38… 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 box of ointment, 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.
This woman did not go to an elder and ask that something be done; she went into a house, where she was likely not welcome, found Jesus and blessed Him. I suspect many of us would state that if we had the chance we would do the same thing. We have the chance, “As you have done it unto the least of these, my brethren, you have done it unto me.” When you step out of your routine to bless someone who needs help, you give to Jesus.
We are not told that the ointment was expensive as we were in another story. (Matthew 26:6-7) The omission of that fact could mean that this ointment was not expensive. That is conjecture on my part and I encourage you to do your own study if you want to. She is called a woman of the city which could mean that she lived in the city or it could mean that she walked the streets of the city. That might fit since she was further described as a sinner and the Pharisee knew her as such. In any event, she is not described as a wealthy, dignified, woman. The homeowner was appalled that Jesus would let her touch Him. She was seemingly oblivious.
Jesus, consistently, removed social barriers. He touched an untouchable Leper. He released an adulterous woman from being stoned. He talked to a Samaritan woman at a well. Are you aware that we put people into boxes? A current box in this county is “illegal alien”. I do not wish to step into that argument, but I will say, “Even an illegal is a human for whom Jesus died and we are called to love them.” So that I am not misquoted here, I must say that an illegal should have certain steps to take to become a legal. And that should be the path that every illegal is on. Do you feel unqualified to serve Jesus? This story is yours. In the measurements that society established, this woman was unqualified to serve Jesus. We are, unequivocally, unqualified. Oh well.