The Extravagant Woman

Do You See This Woman (Stacy Wills, mixed media 2012)

A Story from Luke's Gospel, Chapter 7, verses 36-50

Simon the Pharisee invited me to dinner,

so I went and reclined at his table.

A woman of the city, a sinner,

heard that I was there, and came, as well.

An uninvited, and some might say, unwelcome guest.

The room where we gathered was crowded,

but somehow this woman managed 

to get through to where I was.

She stood behind me, weeping silently, 

her long hair, covering her face, so no one would see.

But I could feel the hot tears falling on my feet.

Eventually, some of the other guests began to notice, 

and started pointing and whispering.

Suddenly, she was overcome with shame.

Quickly, she knelt  to dry them 

with the only thing she could - her hair.

  It was then she must have seen 

the condition my  feet were in.

I will never forget what happened next,

and neither will you when you hear it.

 This woman did the most amazing thing.

 Instead of running away, embarrassed,

she drew an alabaster flask from her bosom and opened it.

Perfume filled the air, as she began to anoint

 my poor feet lavishly with the most luxurious oil.    

Such extravagance! 

How grateful I was to have my dirty, tired feet

washed by her  tears,  then dried

with the silkiest, finest, softest hair I've ever felt.

Her fingers, cool and long,  began massaging...

and gently caressing my feet...and she kissed them.

For a moment...an eternity...the crowded room fell away -

and it was just the two of us there.

Then the thoughts began to penetrate my mind.

I knew what Simon was thinking:

If this man were a prophet, surely he would know who

and what sort of woman was touching him!

Oh Simon, I sighed, I have something to say to you.

Say it, Teacher.

A hush fell over the room, so I told this story:

Once upon a time, a certain moneylender had two debtors.  

One owed five hundred denarii, the other fifty.  

When they could not pay, he cancelled the debt of both.

Now, which one of them do you think will love him more?

The one for whom he cancelled the larger debt, I suppose.

Ah, you judge rightly, Simon.

All the other guests turned and looked at Simon admiringly.

But I turned and looked at the woman...really looked at her.

She lifted her face to me, and for the first time that night,

 our eyes met.   I held her gaze for a long time.

 I knew her.

Finally, the room grew quiet again, and still gazing at her,

I spoke to Simon and said:

Do you see this woman?

The question hung in the air.

Simon, When I came to your house, you gave me no water

to wash my feet, no kiss of greeting;

but this woman has not only 

washed my feet with her tears

and dried them with her hair,

she has kissed them, and kissed them and kissed them!  

You did not  offer to anoint my head with oil, 

but this woman - she could see how tired I was,

  and anointed my feet with precious oil.

Oh yes, she has loved much, 

for her sins, which were many, are forgiven.

 You are not well acquainted with forgiveness, Simon.

For those who are forgiven little...love little.

Then I spoke to the woman directly and said, 

Your sins are forgiven.

Then the room really started to buzz!

Who does he think he is...forgiving sins...bah!

So I said to her, lifting her up,

Woman, your faith has saved you; go in Peace.