Great story to finish off this chapter. A Pharisee named Simon invites Jesus in to his house. A prostitute heard of it and came to the house. She washed Jesus feet with her own hair and poured perfume on them and kissed them. The Pharisee felt that Jesus shouldn’t associate with such a sinner and Jesus had a stern rebuke for him…
44Then he turned toward the woman and said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. 45You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. 46You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. 47Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little.”
Apparently, washing someone’s feet when they came to your house as an invited guest was the custom of the day. Guess Simon didn’t get the memo. Why hadn’t he washed Jesus’ feet? Was it pride? Or maybe a lack of objective self-evaluation.
Many of us don’t have a proper grasp of the extent to which we have been forgiven and that’s why we’re not crazy about Jesus. Don’t get me wrong, we love him. We absolutely know that we’ve been given an incredible gift. We’re saved by our faith and our faith is strong. But how many days are you bouncing around in tears over what Jesus has done?
Here’s a better question…If Jesus were alive today and walked into your house tonight for dinner…what would your reaction be? I think before today, my reaction would be to be really excited and give him a place of honor and feed him and talk his ear off and let him talk mine off. However, I don’t think I would think of washing his feet. Would you serve Jesus in the most humble fashion possible as this woman did?
Well then here’s the next question, if that’s how you would treat Jesus if he walked in the door, and Jesus said that “whatever you have done for the least of these my brothers you did for me”, how will you treat the next person that comes to your door, or to your office cubicle? How will you treat your boss, your husband, your pastor, your plumber?