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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Beautiful (11/07/05)

TITLE: Beautiful Feet (iv)
By Aubrey Hall
11/13/05


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The chatter and laughter of guests echoed through the hall, as the young woman drew near to the door of the Pharisee's house. She paused as she felt again for the glass box that lay against her bosom, beneath her tattered, wool robe. The young woman clutched her precious bundle, her heart beating rapidly as her footsteps shortened.

"I must do this!" She whispered firmly to herself.

All that work had paid off, and finally, she had purchased the coveted alabaster box of ointment. Cupping her hand over her nose, she breathed in the sweet fragrance that lingered on her skin.

Would Jesus be pleased? The Pharisees would not welcome her, she knew. Not a sinner like her. No, they would mock her dirty, torn apparel, and scorn her life of poverty. Then she thought of Jesus. Her eyes glistened, and a smile creased slowly across her dirty face. She had seen Him bless her kind, and touch them with His hands. He had come to them! Now she would come and bless Him.

The laughter and chattering ceased, as the young women stepped though the doorway.

"Who invited her?" Demanded a Pharisee, slamming his cup down on the table. "She is not one of us! She is a sinner!"

The young woman shuddered, grasping her thin robe tightly about her. She looked at Jesus, and His compassion quelled her fears.

He held his hands out to her.

She went to Him, falling before Him on her knees.

"Aaahh, she weeps my friends!" A Pharisee joked.

Jesus looked on with love, as the tears fell from her cheeks, splashing gently on His dusty, bare feet. She cradled his feet in her hands, as she wept freely.

Jesus' feet. They were the most beautiful feet she had ever seen. Had ever touched. These feet had walked many miles to tell her of His love and forgiveness. These same feet would walk that long and rugged road to Calvary's cross. They would be pierced, and nailed to a tree to pay the debt for her sins.

She kissed his feet, and reached for the box of ointment. Joy filled her heart as she watched the fragrance spill over his feet, and the sweet odor of perfume permeated the air around them.

Then Jesus turning, spoke to the Pharisees, "Thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet. My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment. Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little."

Then Jesus looked upon the young woman with much love and said, "Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace."

*Based on the story from Luke 7: 36-50 KJV


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