Monday, December 14, 2009

December 14, 2009, "My envy"

Triumphant Victorious Reminders
Inspired by the Holy Spirit
Written By: Teresa Criswell

"Then one of the Pharisees asked Him to eat with him. And He went to the Pharisee's house, and sat down to eat
. And behold, a woman in the city who was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at the table in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster flask of fragrant oil, and stood at His feet behind Him weeping; and she began to wash His feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hair of her head; and she kissed His feet and anointed them with the fragrant oil."
~ Luke 7:36-50 Excerpt from Luke 7:36-38 NKJV ~

I envy her. I covet every moment that she wept over him, kissing His feet.

 She is the woman whom we still read and talk about 'til this very day; over 2,000 years later. The famous woman who heard that Jesus was at the Pharisees's house who invited Jesus into his home.  

 The woman desperately entered this Pharisee's house.  She was an intruder from the view point of many on-lookers as she wept over Him. The overwhelming love of Jesus overtook her as she broke the beautiful alabaster box and poured the expensive fragrant oil upon his feet.

I close my eyes as I imagine the strands of her hair, the glory of her head, getting to touch the glorious feet of Jesus. As the people acted insulted by such a display; Jesus overwhelmingly saw her with great compassion and amazing unfailing love. Overtaken by this woman's honor for Him, He spoke forgiveness of her with the sins that she had committed, releasing her with great blessing as He told her to go in peace.


I am in awe. The alabaster box filled with the fragrant oil. What does that moment represent to me? What is so dear to me that I dare not part with it? Would I be able to break free, or do I dare say that my sins are greater than His glorious Love?

It draws me to desire that intimate moment with Him that can never be measured to the intimacy with anyone else.

As I covet this woman's life, do I covet it to the point that I desire to shed my own dignity to behold His great presence, overwhelmed by His unfailing love?

I want to lavishly love Him like she did. A bold woman who loves Him more than she loves herself. She was led and drawn to His magnificent presence, weeping uncontrollably as she beheld Him with great honor.

1 comment:

  1. I want to lavishly love Him too! I love that thought.

    Thank you for reminding that I have the honor to love our savior! I will be meditating on that this Christmas season. Every time I feel overwhelmed, I'll remember that I'm able to love lavishly and receive His lavish love for me!

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