Simon the Pharisee, the supposed “host” of a party in his home to which he invited Jesus, displays calculated ungraciousness, even as he’s showing off Jesus, his conversation-piece, the latest controversial prophet about whom everyone is talking. He goes even further when an unwelcome guest appears: a woman of the city, a “sinner”, according to Luke. While she bathes Jesus’ feet with her tears, wipes them with her hair, and anoints them with probably expensive ointment, Simon the Pharisee can only sit in his self-righteous silence and haughtily judge her. “If this man were prophet, if he were the ‘real thing’, he’d know what kind of slut this was touching him...” As outside observers, I guess we could rightfully ask how Simon seemed to know so much about this woman!
A journey through a land of mystery.
To help another being to unfold,
And yet to leave its seeking spirit free.
Impatience is a detour on the path
And loss of temper is a desert place
Where understanding for awhile is gone
Until there is an honest search for grace.
There must be putting of the self aside,
A deep humility that ever waits
To guard and guide, to stop and listen well,
A love that never hesitates
To show itself no matter what the hour,
That gains its inner strength from God’s own power.”