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“Jesus and the Forgiven Woman Who Made a Scene”

A Sinful Woman Forgiven

Luke 7:36   One of the Pharisees asked him to eat with him, and he went into the Pharisee’s house and reclined at table. 37 And behold, a woman of the city, who was a sinner, when she learned that he was reclining at table in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster flask of ointment, 38 and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment. 39 Now when the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would have known who and what sort of woman this is who is touching him, for she is a sinner.” 40 And Jesus answering said to him, “Simon, I have something to say to you.” And he answered, “Say it, Teacher.”

Luke 7:41   “A certain moneylender had two debtors. One owed five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. 42 When they could not pay, he cancelled the debt of both. Now which of them will love him more?” 43 Simon answered, “The one, I suppose, for whom he cancelled the larger debt.” And he said to him, “You have judged rightly.” 44 Then turning toward the woman he said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house; you gave me no water for my feet, but she has wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. 45 You gave me no kiss, but from the time I came in she has not ceased to kiss my feet. 46 You did not anoint my head with oil, but she has anointed my feet with ointment. 47 Therefore I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven—for she loved much. But he who is forgiven little, loves little.” 48 And he said to her, “Your sins are forgiven.” 49 Then those who were at table with him began to say among themselves, “Who is this, who even forgives sins?” 50 And he said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.” (English Standard Version)

During Jesus’ time—as well as both before and after Jesus’ time—banquets were often occasions for moral instruction. There is most certainly moral instruction in this story about a Pharisee who invited Jesus to dinner and a sinful woman who invited herself! Yes. Moral instruction and then some.

But first, some background information might be helpful. In those days, people reclined on benches around low tables to eat. Thus, one diner’s feet were near neighbors to someone else’s olfactory organs. Streets were not paved or kept clean during ancient times. Thus, washing a guests feet before they reclined to eat was very important. However, Jesus’ host had not seen to this important detail.

Another interesting factoid to consider is this: Even uninvited guests could come and stand around the courtyard wall to listen to a teacher’s instruction. They were supposed to be quiet and not make a scene.

Now I can’t prove what I am about to say, but here are some thoughts that may be more imaginative than convincing. They are reasonable suspicions, nothing more. I will phrase them mostly using a question format.

Had the woman had contact with Jesus before this? Had she poured out her sinful lifestyle to him? Had Jesus already assured her that God still loved and accepted her? Or had she just heard that Jesus was a friend to sinners. (He certainly had that reputation.)

Did she notice that Jesus’ feet were dirty and decide to do something about that? Did she mean to start crying, or did her tears blindside her? Did she undo her hair and use it as towel because she simply didn’t have a towel with her? Did she bring the perfume with her for the express purpose of anointing Jesus’ feet, or was that a spontaneous response to the One she loved?

There is so much we don’t know about this woman and her action. We do know this much: Jesus treated her with kindness, respect, and appreciation. Indeed, Jesus pronounced her forgiven. I suspect that Jesus longs to treat us all in the same manner.

“Reflections on Being Married Fifty Years”

Today my wife and I have been married for fifty years. What on earth has kept us together?!?

Nothing. At least, nothing on earth has kept us together. But there is Heaven and Heaven’s God. Here’s the deal. My wife has been able to be patient with and forgiving of my very real and very serious character defects. I am trying hard to refrain from giving her any further reasons to forgive, but trying hard doesn’t mean that I always get it right. She has been able to be patient and forgiving because she knows a heavenly Father who is patient and forgiving. Easy, no. Possible, yes.

Also, she has had this intuition since we were dating that there is more goodness in me than I sometimes manifest. I’ve begun to suspect that she might be right. There is a verse in the Bible that says that God calls things that don’t exist as if they did—and actually brings those things into existence (Romans 4:17). While the verse originally had Abraham in mind, it seems to me to be capable of broader application. Just as in creation God called order out of chaos and something out of nothing, so God calls things that don’t exist into existence. And often, God uses human beings to do this miraculous thing. For me, Sharon was a miracle and a miracle worker.

Now, have I contributed to the longevity of our marriage as well? I certainly hope so. I can think of at least one thing that I’ve done and continue to do for her. I appreciate her, deeply, genuinely, continually. Hopefully I’ve done more than that. However, even if it were just that, such appreciation would be valuable, I hope. And I think that God is the one who helps me to be thankful for many things and people, but especially the miracle that is Sharon.

So, there it is, my brief principles for a good, long-lasting marriage—patience, forgiveness, seeing goodness in the other person, even when it is difficult, gratitude. It is not a magic formula. It’s way better than magic. It’s a prescription for a miracle.

I love you, sweetheart.

“Regarding this Small Universe, the History of a Man-Made Lake, and My Brother”

“It’s a small world.” (Source unknown, but it is an old saying.)

My sweetheart and I went to a street party where we’re staying. We are on Kentucky Street here on the outskirts of Sarasota. Our place on Kentucky has a lovely view of a man-made lake called “Lake Ibis”. At our street party, one of the permanent residents named Larry gave a brief history of the lake.

There’s a lot I don’t know, but not much that doesn’t interest me, so I listened attentively. I had eaten too many snacks and figured that my ears could burn off most of the 2,000 or so calories I had just consumed in a matter of minutes.

Apparently, according to Larry, the dirt from where our lake is now was used in the construction of nearby I-75, which is less than a mile from Lake Ibis.. And that is when it hit me: My brother worked on a stretch of I-75 back in the 1950s. He moved dirt. In fact, one of my earliest childhood memories is visiting my brother, just up the road. It is entirely possible, I thought to myself, that my brother had something to do with moving the dirt from what is now “our lake” to I-75.

I suddenly felt closer to my brother than I had in a long time. He took his own life over ten years ago. I’ve struggled to forgive him for that. I struggle still.

. . .

Further research indicated that this section of I-75 wasn’t finished until long after the mid-1950s when we visited my brother. By the time Lake Ibis was being dug, my brother was helping to build rough highways through the Outback in Australia. (Yes, he did indeed live an adventuresome life!)

However, even though the facts didn’t line up with my original notion, the truth is that I still felt closer to my brother. I was able to grieve his loss and to move a little further along the long road of forgiveness. Sometimes, even false connections help us to connect. I also felt more lovingly connected to the lake itself.

I am not fond of the New Age Movement in some ways, but it gets at least one thing right: Everything in the world—and probably the universe—is connected. Honoring that connection is important. Dishonoring it is a slow death. Perhaps dishonoring that omni connection is itself a form of suicide.

“When Forgiveness Smiles at You”

I was feeling the weight of my past this morning for whatever reason—or for no reason at all. So, I called some friends who helped me greatly. However, what helped most was that Forgiveness smiled at me.

I was talking to a 12-step friend on the phone. The phone was on speaker, and my sweetheart was helping me fix breakfast. “Sometimes I can’t believe that anyone can forgive me for all the harm I’ve done in the past,” I said to my friend on the phone. My wife bent over my phone to get my attention and gave me a smile that would have lit up a major city. She wiggled her fingers by way of greeting and reminder. There I was, feeling remorseful about my past wrongdoing, when I was in the presence of Forgiveness.

My wife knows everything about me and my past these days. Much to my amazement, she is still with me. She still loves me. And she has forgiven me.

It is hard to maintain a gloomy spirit when Forgiveness smiles on you and wiggles her fingers at you.

“The Rule of 15”

I have decided that from here on out, I am going to live by the Rule of 15.

What on earth is “the Rule of 15,” you ask? The Rule of 15 states that, whenever I am about to say or do anything, I keep in mind the Rule of 15. The rule asks me how I’m going to feel about this word or action in 15 seconds, 15 hours, 15, days, or 15 years. I don’t have to go through every permutation of these time increments. In fact, 15 seconds is usually enough.

Now, I can hear your mental wheels turning. You’re thinking to yourself, “He’s not going to be able to ask that question? There isn’t time. He won’t be able to say or do anything!”

And I would respond with two counterpoints. First, would it really be such a bad thing if I said and did less? When all is said and done, I say and do a lot of downright stupidities.

Second, I spend a lot more time than 15 seconds, 15, hours, and 15 days regretting things I’ve done in the past. And yes, as a matter of fact, some of my decisions have haunted me for a lot longer than even 15 years. So, a simple cost-benefits analysis would suggest that the Rule of 15 is a good way of budgeting my time and my life.

And the reason for the Rule of 15 is simple: Immediate gratification is not really so gratifying. “Trust your feelings!” is the mantra of many of us modern folks. And it is a good mantra—provided. (You knew there would be fine print, didn’t you? There’s always fine print.) Trusting my feelings is fine, provided that I trust my longer-term feelings. The main thing is to ask myself how I’ll feel in 15.

One final thought. My own belief, shared with many others, is that I will live forever. I can’t wrap my mind around that, but I do believe it. If my decisions in the here and now are decisions that I will need to live with forever, suddenly the Rule of 15—even 15 years—becomes a pretty minimalistic requirement.

Now, if you are like me, you’ve made a lot of bad decisions over the years. You’ve said and done lots of things that you would love to unsay or undo. But, of course, we can’t, can we? And we’ve also failed to do the right things. The Rule of 15 sounds like a heavy burden, doesn’t it?

Oh, do I have some good news for you and me and for the entire world! In 15 seconds or less, all of your sins can be forgiven. How do I know this? Because it has happened to me.

One time, when my past was up in my face taunting me, I asked God what his pet name for me is. The problem with asking God a question is that he may actually answer you. I don’t listen well to my friends, my wife, my better angels, or even God, but every once in a while, I am so desperate that I muster all my courage and take the plunge. I don’t feel that I very often hear the voice of God, but this time, I think I did. God’s pet name for me is . . .

. . . Forgiven.

I don’t have an exclusive copyright on that name. It can be your name too.

“What Forgiveness Can Do”

“Forgiveness can save a relationship. God’s forgiveness can save the world.” (My wife)

Forgiveness is essential for any relationship. People say and do hurtful things. If you’re people, this applies to you. Me too. The closer the relationship, the higher the number of hurts. More importantly, the hurts go much deeper when we are in a close relationship. Without forgiveness, no relationship can last for more than a few years. (I originally wrote “a few days,” but decided that was too pessimistic.)

I believe that God wants a relationship with the entire world. Therefore—at least with humans—God had to forgive, if God was to have a relationship with humankind. Or, at least, God chose to forgive.

This morning, as I was doing my morning run, I suddenly found myself able to forgive someone who had harmed me in the past. It was a wonderful moment. I was able to run a lot lighter and faster after that.

Ironically, though not surprisingly, my pastor preached on forgiveness this morning. It was an excellent sermon with many wonderful insights. I especially appreciated his reminder that to forgive someone else is to give yourself the gift of freedom. Yes!

Too often, I focus on the wrongs that others have done to me. At other times, I grovel in the guilt of the times that I have hurt others. Neither approach honors the God who is a God of forgiveness.

“DAYBREAK”

It is just before 7:00, and I am already at the university where I teach for a 9:00 a.m. class.  I like to beat the rush hour traffic.  The sun is not up yet, but it is already fairly light out.  I sit on bench.  I can see the downtown section of Cincinnati, the river, the hills of Kentucky.  There is a breeze.  Some roses, some weeds, and some trash are gathered at my feet.  Birds fly over.

I love the early mornings.  However, when you get up at 2:30, 7:00 doesn’t really seem all that early.

And yet, I still struggle with the darkness within.

Darkness comes in many forms.  There is the darkness of my past, of the people I’ve hurt.  There is the darkness of the people who have rejected me.  There are many who seem to believe that I have not changed, that I will never change, that I can’t change.

I think they’re wrong, but I am not sure.  Sometimes, I think that I myself am underselling how much I’ve grown, how much I’ve changed for the better.  At other times . . .

The sun is coming up now over some very large building across the hill.  I need some light for this day, some hope, some peace.

A bird sings.

Zacharias, an aged man with his aged wife Elizabeth, had experienced the darkness of being unable to have a child.  And then, when all hope was gone, they were miraculously given a son.  Zacharias sang a song to his newborn, and the gospel writer Luke wrote it down.  Here is part of the song Zacharias sang to his son:

76       And you, child, will be called the prophet of the Most High;

                        for you will go before the Lord to prepare his ways,

77         to give knowledge of salvation to his people

                        in the forgiveness of their sins,

78         because of the tender mercy of our God,

                        whereby the sunrise shall visit usfrom on high

79         to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,

                        to guide our feet into the way of peace.”

The knowledge of salvation, the forgiveness of sins, the tender mercy of our God, sunrise—that all sounds pretty good.

So, I am listening to the song “God Only Knows” (the version with Dolly Parton), and fighting back the tears.  I’ve already had a good cry this morning, collapsing on the kitchen floor and dissolving in a puddle of tears.  I don’t need to be crying again.  I don’t want to go before my students with red eyes and a sinus headache.

The sun is fighting to rise above the clouds.  I’m going to bet on the sun today.

“No Reproach in God’s Healing”

            “But he as pierced for our transgressions;

                        he was crushed for our iniquities;

             upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,

                        and with his wounds we are healed.”

(Isaiah 53:5, English Standard Version

https://accordance.bible/link/read/ESVS#Is._53:5)

“There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.For the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death.”

(Romans 8:1–2, English Standard Version

https://accordance.bible/link/read/ESVS#Rom._8:1)

If you read my blog posts regularly, you have no doubt picked up on the fact that my own musings are often provoked by my 12-step readings.  Today’s post is another one with the same origin.  This is from today’s reading from Twenty-Four Hours a Day.

“God has no reproach for anything that He has healed. I can be made whole and free, even though I have wrecked my life in the past. Remember the saying: ‘Neither do I condemn thee; go and sin no more.’

Prayer for the Day

I pray that I may not carry the burden of the past. I pray that I may cast it off and press on in faith.”  (From Twenty-Four Hours a Day © 1975 by Hazelden Foundation)

I was especially struck with the words, “God has no reproach for anything He has healed.”

Sometimes, I don’t feel very healed.  But is it really about my feelings?  I believe, at least in my better moments, that Christ was God with skin on.  I believe, at least in my better moments, that Christ died for all my sins.  I believe, at least in my better moments, that I need to—and can go to God each day, each moment of the day, for the forgiveness of my sins.  And in that moment, no matter how I feel about it, God does in fact forgive and heal me.

I need to quit picking the scabs off wounds that God is healing.  I need to let the wounds become scars, scars that are as beautiful as the God who gave his life to heal my wounds.

“Forgiveness is Good, But . . .”


Forgiveness is a wonderful thing.  It is a wonderful thing to receive and a wonderful thing to give.

However, I wonder if there is something even better.

Psa. 32:0         A MASKIL OF DAVID.

Psa. 32:1         Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven,

                        whose sin is covered.

2           Blessed is the man against whom the LORD counts no iniquity,

                        and in whose spirit there is no deceit.

Psa. 32:3         For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away

                        through my groaning all day long.

4           For day and night your hand was heavy upon me;

                        my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Selah

Psa. 32:5         I acknowledged my sin to you,

                        and I did not cover my iniquity;

             I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the LORD,”

                        and you forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah

Psa. 32:6         Therefore let everyone who is godly

                        offer prayer to you at a time when you may be found;

             surely in the rush of great waters,

                        they shall not reach him.

7           You are a hiding place for me;

                        you preserve me from trouble;

                        you surround me with shouts of deliverance. Selah

Psa. 32:8         I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;

                        I will counsel you with my eye upon you.

9           Be not like a horse or a mule, without understanding,

                        which must be curbed with bit and bridle,

                        or it will not stay near you.

Psa. 32:10       Many are the sorrows of the wicked,

                        but steadfast love surrounds the one who trusts in the LORD.

11          Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, O righteous,

                        and shout for joy, all you upright in heart!

Commenting on vss. 8 and 9, Derek Kidner writes,

“This is the Lord’s reply to David (see on 12:5, 6), and through him to the rest of us, since the command of verse 9 is in the plural. Coming where it does, its call for a teachable spirit drives home the lesson of verses 1–5 in a positive form. If forgiveness is good, fellowship is better; if we have experienced God’s heavy hand (4), we should appreciate and seek his gentler touch. But the well-known   rendering in AV, ‘I will guide thee with mine eye’, which suggests our responsiveness to his glance, is not accurate, although there is a similar thought in 123:2, where the servant watches for the master’s signal. The point here is God’s vigilance and intimate care, … with my eye upon you; our response is in verse 9.”[1]

I was especially struck by the comment by Kidner, “If forgiveness is good, fellowship is better; if we have experienced God’s heavy hand (4), we should appreciate and seek his gentler touch.”

Yes!  Even though this psalm is about forgiveness, it is about so much more.  It is about obedience to God, an obedience that should be prompted by the mere loving eye of God.

When I was little—and even not so little—there was a certain look my mom or dad could give me that clued me in to what I should be doing, or, more often than not, what I should not be doing.  I could ignore their look, but it usually ended badly when I did.  My parents were loving people, who forgave an awfully lot of my stupidities and rebellions.  However, I was wiser—and happier—when I heeded “the look.”

Oh, God, just for today, help me to know that I am forgiven!  Help me also to delight in being guided by your loving heart and eyes!  And may all my readers also enjoy the happiness of being forgiven and of forgiving others, but also may they revel in the deep joy of your guidance!


[1]https://accordance.bible/link/read/Tyndale_Commentary#22328

“Making Your Bed or Taking It Up?”

DTEB, “Making Your Bed or Taking It Up?”

And when he returned to Capernaum after some days, it was reported that he was at home. 2 And many were gathered together, so that there was no more room, not even at the door. And he was preaching the word to them. 3 And they came, bringing to him a paralytic carried by four men. 4 And when they could not get near him because of the crowd, they removed the roof above him, and when they had made an opening, they let down the bed on which the paralytic lay. 5 And when Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralytic, “Son, your sins are forgiven.” 6 Now some of the scribes were sitting there, questioning in their hearts, 7 “Why does this man speak like that? He is blaspheming! Who can forgive sins but God alone?” 8 And immediately Jesus, perceiving in his spirit that they thus questioned within themselves, said to them, “Why do you question these things in your hearts? 9 Which is easier, to say to the paralytic, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Rise, take up your bed and walk’? 10 But that you may know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins”—he said to the paralytic— 11 “I say to you, rise, pick up your bed, and go home.” 12 And he rose and immediately picked up his bed and went out before them all, so that they were all amazed and glorified God, saying, “We never saw anything like this!””  (Mark 2:1-12)

My wife and I read this yesterday morning as part of our morning routine.  However, the reading turned out to be anything but routine.

This reading was from a devotional book that my wife and I are using this year.  The book is entitled Bread for Each Day.  I quote most of the meditation, due to the fact that it touched me so deeply.  I hope that it will help you at least half as much as it did me.

“A man in great misery of soul, not knowing which way to turn, was wandering one evening along a country lane in England.  He continued walking until at length, completely exhausted, he decided to rest for a few moments beside a nearby hedge.  As he sat there, he heard two girls talking on the other side.  They were speaking to one another about a sermon which they heard in a London church.  One of them said of the pastor, ‘I heard him preach just once, but it gave me a big spiritual life.  I shall never forget one thing in particular that he said.’  The other girl asked what it was that the preacher had presented which had so greatly stirred her.  The other replied that in speaking of the paralytic and his marvelous cure, as recorded in Mark 2, the minister had declared, ‘The world will always say, “You made your bed, and you must lie on it”; but One greater than the world has said, “Take up thy bed and walk, thy sins are forgiven.” ’

The troubled and despairing man on the other side of the hedge heard these gracious words, and through it the Holy Spirit lifted the shadow from his soul.

To every burdened on who finds forgiveness through grace, Jesus in effect says the same today: ‘Take up your bed—take up your cross; and then bear your burden graciously as you walk in My strength!’” (Reading from Bread for Each Day, January 4)

So, I started crying when I got to the bit about making your bed and lying in it.  I’ve been told that, in so many words, for years.  I could scarcely get through the rest of the reading.  You see, I am the man on the other side of the hedge.

You too?

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