Friday, March 30, 2012

March 30, Day 90 - Luke 7

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I love the examples of faith in this chapter, especially the Roman officer.  I like the fact that the Jews around him vouched for him as a friend of the Jews.  I don't think I had noticed that before. I had noticed about how the Roman officer understood the power of authority.

The unnamed woman who washed Jesus' feet with her tears. Could you image that strong of emotion that you could cry enough tears to wash someone's feet? And then drying those feet with your hair. I can image doing that, but who knows when I see Jesus for the first time I just might, actually I probably would.  This past week my church and denomination lost a dear friend, mentor, and teacher.  So thinking about how the woman responded to Jesus and thinking of my friend being in the presence of his Lord. This song came to mind.


2 comments:

  1. I think these days we readily accept that Jesus can/does forgive sins--but we're less likely to accent a healing miracle. Can you imagine if someone said their son was raised from the dead while in the hearse?? We'd scoff. But those around Jesus accepted that, then doubted his ability to forgive sins. Because, of course, THAT is the true miracle. Which begs the question of why we hesitate to accept the "lesser" ones in modern society.

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  2. Luke 7
    18b,19 Then John called two of his disciples and sent them to ask the Lord, “Are you the one who is coming, or should we look for someone else?”
    A puzzle: Was John saying this for his disciples to know who He was? For he had already said, John 1:23b, "...I baptize with water. Among you stands (27) the one who is coming after me; I am not worthy to untie the thong of his sandal."

    (28) He saw Jesus coming toward him and declared, "Here is the Lamb of God. I came for this reason, that he might be revealed to Israel. I saw the Spirit descending from heaven like a dove on him. (34) And I myself have seen and have testified that this is the Son of God."

    Luke 7
    37,38 A woman who lived a sinful life in that city found out that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee’s house. So she took a bottle of perfume and knelt at his feet. She was crying and washed his feet with her tears. Then she dried his feet with her hair, kissed them over and over again, and poured the perfume on them.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9QZxS03FvY&feature=related
    Alabaster Box CeCe Winans (Live)

    The room grew still
    As she made her way to Jesus
    She stumbled through the tears that made her blind
    She felt such pain
    Some spoke in anger
    Heard folks whisper
    There's no place here for her kind
    Still on she came
    Through the shame that flushed her face
    Until at last, she knelt before His feet
    And though she spoke no words
    Every thing she said was heard
    As she poured her love for the Master
    From her box of Alabaster

    Chorus:
    I've come to pour
    My praise on Him-like oil
    From Mary's alabaster box
    Don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears
    And I dry them with my hair
    You weren't there-the night He found me
    You did not feel what I felt
    When He wrapped His loving arms around me
    And you don't know the cost
    Of the oil in my alabaster box

    I can't forget
    The way life used to be
    'Cause I was a prisoner
    To the sin that had me bound
    And I spent my days
    Poured my life-without measure
    Into a little treasure box
    I thought I'd found
    Until the day-when Jesus came to me
    And healed my soul
    With the wonder of His touch
    So now I'm giving back to Him
    All the praise He's worthy of
    I've been forgiven
    And that's why
    I love Him so much

    Chorus:
    So I've come to pour
    My praise on Him-like oil
    From Mary's alabaster box
    So don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears
    And I dry them with my hair
    You weren't there-the night Jesus found me
    You did not feel what I felt
    When He wrapped His loving arms around me
    And you don't know the cost
    Of the oil in my alabaster box
    You don't know the cost
    of my praise
    You don't know the cost
    Of the oil in my alabaster box

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