The story of the sinful woman with her alabaster box always touched me
Luke 7:36-50
When I read this passage I find myself imagining this sinful woman who so shamelessly anointed Jesus' feet and wiped them with her own hair....I wonder how she ever made it to him, how she walked past all the people in the room, pointing at her, whispering of her, "what right does she have here?" they would say, "who does she think she is, she's filth" they would shake their heads at her nerve, "she shouldnt be allowed in here, look at all the things she's done"...and yet she walked past them, I'm sure there were tears streaming down her face as she wound her way through dozens of disapproving, hateful people, until finally she was right beside Him. She couldnt say a word, the many years of built-up tears surely clogged up her throat and stopped any words that might have slipped pass....she could only drop to her knees and flood his feet with her tears as she opened the box that probably contained everything she had ever worked for, everything she had ever hoped for, the only thing left of value to her to pour her only worth left on his feet and wipe it away with her own hair....and i wonder if any of you have ever been there, how down were you when Jesus picked you up? How many people tried to stop you from getting to Him? What was in your alabaster box? $10 dollars? $1,000,000 dollars?.....do you ever stop to think how much went into another's alabaster box? All the other people around Jesus didn't even think to do what this woman did, they were far too secure in their status in His world, but Jesus said, "her many sins have been forgiven--for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little".
So what was in your alabaster box? I think of this everytime I meet someone, everytime I interact with someone....for I know not what price was paid for their alabaster box.
Luke 7:36-50
When I read this passage I find myself imagining this sinful woman who so shamelessly anointed Jesus' feet and wiped them with her own hair....I wonder how she ever made it to him, how she walked past all the people in the room, pointing at her, whispering of her, "what right does she have here?" they would say, "who does she think she is, she's filth" they would shake their heads at her nerve, "she shouldnt be allowed in here, look at all the things she's done"...and yet she walked past them, I'm sure there were tears streaming down her face as she wound her way through dozens of disapproving, hateful people, until finally she was right beside Him. She couldnt say a word, the many years of built-up tears surely clogged up her throat and stopped any words that might have slipped pass....she could only drop to her knees and flood his feet with her tears as she opened the box that probably contained everything she had ever worked for, everything she had ever hoped for, the only thing left of value to her to pour her only worth left on his feet and wipe it away with her own hair....and i wonder if any of you have ever been there, how down were you when Jesus picked you up? How many people tried to stop you from getting to Him? What was in your alabaster box? $10 dollars? $1,000,000 dollars?.....do you ever stop to think how much went into another's alabaster box? All the other people around Jesus didn't even think to do what this woman did, they were far too secure in their status in His world, but Jesus said, "her many sins have been forgiven--for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little".
So what was in your alabaster box? I think of this everytime I meet someone, everytime I interact with someone....for I know not what price was paid for their alabaster box.
I never really thought about it that way....i think in alot of ways Im still really selfish with what I have and cling on to alot of what I own or think I own because not only of the status I have in the world, but the status that I have in God's eyes. I guess I take it for granted that God will always love me no matter... even if i decide not to submit it all to Him. Sigh.... this is an area I really need help in. I never really seem to be able to give it all up to Him. Thanx for reminding me which areas I should be working on. 
