You Did What?

"You did what?"

"It's just as I said," the woman said firmly, "I walked right into Simon's house to..."

"Simon the Pharisee?" The women had so many questions that they would hardly let her tell the story.

"Simon Shmimon, who cares whose house it was? Jesus was in there. I had heard that he was coming to town and I was not going to miss a chance, maybe my last chance to see him."

"What are you talking about - last chance?"

"Haven't you heard anything he's said?" She sounded desperate and frustrated, "He's a king. He's The King. He's the one we hear is to come. He is here! He will be killed by the hands of men and raised again."

"I know he's a prophet. See how he works wonders. He is like Elijah. I see no fear in him. Yet, he is not the Messiah. And I'm not sure where you get all of these ideas about being raised. You listen too much to the Pharisees."

"How can you say such things? OK, anyway, I walked into Simon's house with my jar of perfume and..."

"You mean, THE jar of perfume?"

"Yes, THE JAR, can I finish? They all had just reclined at the table when I arrived. I entered in and felt overwhelmed with joy and guilt, fear and hope - I melted onto the floor."

"What did Simon say?"

The woman smiled, "You should have seen the look on his face. Ha, what would people say if they saw me, ME of all people, walking into or out of his house? 'Oh Simon, yous got some splainin' to do.'"

All of the women laughed.

"But I didn't care what anyone thought of me now or in my past. All I cared about was finding a way to show Jesus I really believed him. I wept at his feet. Girlfriends, I wept on his feet."

"He let your tears touch him?'

"I know, I didn't mean to do that, so I wanted to wipe them off. So, I wiped them off - with my hair."

"You did what?"

"I am not kidding. I can't believe it even now. I heard Simon mumbling something about 'what kind of woman this was,' and then, I guess it out of some kind of rebellion, you know, I wanted to show him a thing or two, I started kissing Jesus' feet."

"You did what?"

"I couldn't help myself. I kissed them gently and soft, and I kept crying. Then, after a couple minutes of kissing his feet, I took about my perfume and emptied every last bit of it on his feet."

"You did what?"

"Ladies, it's gone. Jesus got every last bit of my perfume. I rubbed it all over his feet and up his leg some. The entire house smelled like my perfume. Hey, I just now thought of this: How is Simon going to explain that one? Ha!"

What happened next?"

"Well, Jesus started telling a story like he does. I didn't pay attention. It wasn't for me. I just kept rubbing his feet. After a couple minutes, he leaned toward me and looked me right in the eye and said, 'Your sins are forgiven.' I looked back at him and just cried. I hugged him and kissed him and left Simon's house. This is the first place I stopped because I just had to tell someone that I had been with Jesus.