STORY TIME

It's story time ☺
*clears throat*

One day Jesus went to a Pharisee's house. He went to eat... gɔbɛ ��...

Somehow she knew He'd be there. She'd stalked Him pretty well, quite well an ashawo... Anas would be proud ��.

She rushed in before she had time to change her mind, and poured it on His feet: one year's salary worth of perfume (no man's feet ever smelt better) and then the kissing started. Oh how she kissed those feet. Those unwashed feet, which had been through Jerusalem's dusty cattle-dropping-riddled roads.

She cried and cried on those feet and wiped them with her Brazilian hair (if she had money for that kind of perfume, she had money for Brazillian hair ��) The same hair she'd used to attract all those horny men for a fee.

The pharisee was disgusted, but Jesus, He smiled and, well, lemme quote:
Luke 7: 47  Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little. 48  And he said unto her, Thy sins are forgiven.

Here's an interesting thought I got from Pastor Rod:
If the perfume cost a year's wages and she got paid for sex, then she poured one year of prostitution at His feet. Dirty money if you ask me, but the posture of her heart was Jesus' interest.

Where have you been, what have you done? He's willing to forgive much. Are you willing to love much?
✌KayO