Our verse today is Luke 7:38
“As she stood behind Him at His feet weeping, she began to wet His feet with her tears and wipe them with her hair. Then she kissed His feet and anointed them with the perfume.”
As she came up behind Jesus, she took at his feet. She carried more than perfume that day. She carried a heart so heavy with sin, so burdened with shame, that when she saw Jesus reclining at dinner, the floodgates opened.
Her tears fell like rain on dusty feet. Not a sprinkle, but a downpour. Tears of recognition. Tears of relief. The kind of tears that come when you realize someone sees all your mess and loves you anyway.
Watch her worship. No songs, no speeches. Just tears and tender touches. She dried his feet with her hair—her glory, her crown—making it a towel for her Savior. Social rules? Forgotten. Personal dignity? Surrendered.
This is love and worship. Her great sin had been met by even greater grace, and her heart couldn’t contain it. The deeper the forgiveness, the higher the gratitude.
Perhaps that’s the secret to worship: remembering how much we’ve been forgiven. When we truly grasp the weight of our sin and the wonder of his grace, like her, our hearts, and our worship will overflow.
I’m Lonnie Davis, and these are thoughts worth thinking.