She stood there, empty, and alone. The only thing clean upon her were the tears streaming down her cheek, painting a clean line down her ashamed, dirty face. They walk by, hundreds of them day by day.
“She stands there all the time, waiting.” One man says in passing.
“Who would want her.” Another man replies.
As if she could not hear them, as if those words don’t pierce her very being. She relapses back and quietly under her breath to herself whispers,
“The last time, this is the last time.”
For a brief moment she was out of that former state, the one that left her empty, and alone. But as she stood there, that busy Saturday afternoon she began to imagine thing’s in a different light…
“There has to be another way?” she thought to herself?
“I’ve heard them talk about Him. How He’s healed the sick, given sight to the blind, and made the lame to walk…maybe He can heal me…no, what am I thinking! He wouldn’t even look at me. These people had no choice. I have a choice…”
“the last time, this is the last time.”
Day’s had passed and now the city was bustling about and talking of this Man named Jesus. People everywhere were in a uproar…
“did you hear how He sat with the tax collectors?”
“and amongst the sinners.”
“Now Simon, the Pharisee has invited Him over to his house…what next?!”
“Who would do such a disgraceful, unholy thing? huh! coming in the name of the LORD!”
She thought to herself “what! He’s sitting with the tax collectors and sinners?”
Everyone knew not to trust a tax collector, they were the worst of the worst. She picked her self up and ran through the crowds of people. Knocking down whoever would get in her way…
“Hey, watch it!”
“Where is she going?”
“you know!”
Their sly remarks fell on deaf ears, at least upon hers. It didn’t matter anymore. She was running to her freedom. She was running to Jesus. She took all that she had, a simple but, important part of her, a dowry, her alabaster flask of fragrant oil.
As she approached the home she took a deep breath then entered. She didn’t have to search for Him, she knew exactly who He was. When their eyes met, her soul was immediately connected. She couldn’t walk away now, she was entranced. She lay by His feet and began to wash them with her tears and fragrant perfume. As she began to kiss His feet it was at that point she new her life would never be the same.
His gentle, but powerful words ” Your sins are forgiven.” Pierced her very being, not like the words the men on the street would say. These words… she longed to hear.
“Your sins are forgiven. Your faith has saved you. Go in peace.”
Peace…finally peace. From that day on she would never leave His sight. Her heart was His and forever it would be.
Though her sins were many. His love was deeper! So deep it pierced through His hands and feet.
Amber Jade 