A Bottle & Our Tears

Tears. It doesn’t take much to move me to tears.

As a kid, I was often poked fun at because I cried easily. It was only in my adult life that I became able to embrace them, to realize my tears expressed what was in my heart.

There once was a woman, who in plain view of everyone in the room, did the most outlandish act as an expression of her appreciation.

“And there was a woman in the city who was a sinner; and when she learned that He was reclining at the table in the Pharisee’s house, she brought an alabaster vial of perfume, and standing behind Him at His feet, weeping, she began to wet His feet with her tears, and kept wiping them with the hair of her head, and kissing His feet and anointing them with the perfume.” (Luke 7:37-38, NASB)

She came with a heart full of gratitude for her many sins which were forgiven. She did not care that those in the room may not understand, nor appreciate, her gesture. She did it none the less.

Jesus turning to those in the room says words so profound they should deeply impact us all:

“Turning toward the woman, He said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house; you gave Me no water for My feet, but she has wet My feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You gave Me no kiss; but she, since the time I came in, has not ceased to kiss My feet. You did not anoint My head with oil, but she anointed My feet with perfume. For this reason I say to you, her sins, which are many, have been forgiven, for she loved much; but he who is forgiven little, loves little.” Then He said to her, “Your sins have been forgiven.” (Luke 7:44-48, NASB)