. . . and as she stood behind {Jesus} at his feet weeping,
she began to wet his feet with her tears.
Luke 7:38a
How many tears would it take to wet a man's feet? To wet them enough to require the need of wiping them dry? And how humble must one be to bow and dry them with your own hair? And how great must be the sins, and the awareness of them, to cause all those tears in the first place?
I've cried; but never enough to wet more than my own face. I've wept over my sins; but never before a room of mocking men. I've knelt before my Savior; but never have I kissed his feet.
"Now which of them will love Him more?" Jesus asked.
Simon replied, "I suppose the one who had the bigger debt canceled."
"You have judged correctly, " Jesus answered.
I weep this morning because my debt was cancelled. I weep this morning because I haven't wept enough before. I weep because I have never seen it so clearly; because there haven't been enough tears shed; because my debt is the bigger debt; because my Savior chose to cancel my son's debt.
Who will love Jesus more?
The one who had the bigger debt canceled.
4 comments:
Sometimes the tears flow and you wonder where they are coming from and sometimes you just know.
Your posts always make me take a step back and think and listen a little closer. Thank you!
Amen. I had to ask the Lord if I could ever wash his feet with my tears, I think so far, not. I pray every day to know the humility and brokenness over my sins that this woman knew, and the abundance of grace she felt in His presence. I long for deeper repentance, for a clearer and sobering understanding of His holiness and just judgment placed upon His own Son for me. I think as I see this the way I was meant to see it, I will be consumed by His love and righteousness and it WILL transform me. I'm in the process now, but I suppose I am a fast food type, wanting it all now. He is faithful and I believe He meets these desires, but in His time. Thank you for posting this!
Another great post. Oh Lord that we all stay broken enough to cry at your feet - don't let bitterness corrupt my heart so that I no longer am moved to tears. Thanks for the reminder. Blessings from Ringle.
Wonderful post and pictures of wading in the water-perfect. Your loss weighs heavy on all our hearts.....
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