And there was a woman in the city who was a sinner; and when she learned that He was reclining at the table in the Pharisee's house, she brought an alabaster vial of perfume, and standing behind Him at His feet,
weeping,
wetting His feet with her tears,
wiping them with the hair of her head,
kissing His feet
anointing them with the perfume.
--What in me, what hard-heartedness, what ambivalence, what apathy arrests me, ties my heart and head, preventing me from responding with such extravagant love, profound sorrow and whirling-dervish joy to the Lord Jesus?
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