I’m going through Luke right now.
His gospel is the one I’ve always kind of ignored.
I mean I’ve read through it before, but matthew is usually the one I go to.
There’s no particular reason, all of them are just so similar.
But Luke is blowing my mind.
I’ve been kind of a brat lately.
You know when you get comfortable with someone you just stop trying.
Yup, that’s me.
It’s horrible, especially when it’s with Jesus.
He took me to this place of intimacy; a place where it was just me and him. A place where I was freaking blissful.
Then, comfort sets it.
Not a bad thing, but this time it is.
I stopped really pursuing the bliss.
I stopped being thankful and just expected it.
Brat.
Then Jesus reminded me of where I came from, who I am, am how much he adores me. Put your feet up and let me tell you a story, or lets let Luke tell you a story.
“One of the Pharisees asked Jesus to eat with him, and he went into the Pharisee’s house and took his place at the table. And behold, a women of the city who was a sinner, when she learned that he was reclining at the table in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster flask of ointment, and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair on her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment. Now when the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, “if this man were a prophet he would have known who and what sort of women this is who is touching him, for she is a sinner.” And Jesus answering said to him, “Simon, I have something to say to you.” And he answered, “Say it teacher.”
“A certain moneylender had two debtor. One owed five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. When they could not pay, he cancelled the debt of both. Now which of them will love him more?” Simon answered, “The one, I suppose, for whom he cancelled the larger debt.” And he said to him, “You have judged rightly.” Then turning toward the women he said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house; you gave me no water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You have me no kiss, but but from 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 ointment. Therefore I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven– for she loved much. But he who us forgiven little loves little.”
Luke 7:36-47
I want to always be the women with an alabaster flask and tears.
I want to always sit at my masters feet weeping at the goodness of him.
I want to barge into a room where important people are and wash his feet with my hair.
I want him to look at me and tell me I’m always forgiven.
I want to take my expensive ointment and drop it on his feet.
I want to give everything I am, at all times.
This women did not care that Jesus was eating with Pharisee’s, no doubt she knew what they thought of her. All she cared about was getting to Jesus. All she cared about was sitting at his feet. All she cared about was being near him. I want so desperately for that always to be who I am.
My lips are for kissing his feet.
My tears are for crying out to him.
My hands are for gripping onto his cloak.
My heart his for his great pleasure.
Nothing else will do.
Nothing else will satisfy.
“Once you know God, it’s over.
Everything else tastes like the vapid emptiness it really is.”
-unknown
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