Jesus's Diary

Woman Washes my Feet

One of the Pharisees has invited me to dinner. As I walked in, I sat down on the couch and reclined back. A woman walked in with a jar of perfume. I noticed that this woman was sinful. She immediately stood behind him at my feet and she began weeping. She began to wet my feet with her tears, then she wiped them with her hair. She kissed them before pouring perfume on them.
The Pharisee looked at me weirdly. As if 'how dare I let this woman touch me' kind of way. I could hear him mumble to himself, "If this man were a prophet he would know who is touching him and what kind of woman she is-that she is a sinner."
I twisted my body to face him, keeping my feet still as the woman continued to pour perfume on them. "Simon, I have something to tell you."
"What is it, teacher?" he replied.
"Two people owed money to a certain moneylender. One owed him five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. Neither of them had the money to pay him back, so he forgave the debts of both. Now, which of them will love him more?"
He pondered for a moment. "I would assume the one who had the bigger debt forgiven."
I nodded. "Yes, exactly," I said as I turned to face the woman again. "Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven-as her great love has shown, but whoever has been forgiven little, loves little."
I looked at the woman, looking at her as we made eye contact. "Your sins are forgiven."
The other guests began looking at each other, speaking to themselves. "Who is this who even forgives sins?"
I didn't break eye contact with the woman. "Your faith has saved you. Go in peace."