<TITLE>11. Par 40-42</TITLE>L-40 And I looked at her then. She weeps. She felt sorry for her life. But everybody's turned her down. And she said, "Surely, He won't mind." There's something about women that's a little different than--than men. Usually she's got a high instinct. I would that she would use it for God.
She gets her coin and stays with it. I can see her put it in her sock. She gathered up her clothes, put them around her, and on the street she goes. She goes into a--a perfume shop. And there's an old Jew--fellow setting there, saying. "My, why the business has been bad today. I haven't even made the rent." Here comes this woman in. As she...?... He comes out, he don't act nice; say, "How do you do? What could I do for you?" Said, "Well, what do you want?"
She said, "I want the best spikenard box you've got," and she lays the money down. When he hears the clink of the money, oh, that's different.
So he said, "See how much you got." And he counted out two hundred and eighty Roman denarii. And it's just enough. So he gives it to her.
I can hear him say, "Wonder where she's going? Wonder what she's going to do with that?" That was the last penny she had, but she knew it.
And she knew He was deserving of the best. He... She never said, "Give me a good one." She didn't say, "Give me a good anointment." Said, "Give me the best you got." Praise God. That's what we ought to do. Give Him the best there is: The youth of your life; the best of your life; the praise of your lips. [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]

L-41 Notice, here she goes. She comes out. She looks in there. Now, she sees Him over there, so miserable. Now, she's not welcome. They'll probably throw her out. But yet she goes. They all going her way, trying to get to Jesus. Did you do the same? Would you elbow your way through critics? Would you elbow your way, today, through unbelief? Just to see, get to...?... well? Would you push aside everything, all the criticism, all the unbelief, elbow your way...?... so that you can come... Get through the crowd until she got to Him. And there she stood weeping: she couldn't hold herself. The tears was running down her cheeks. She grabbed ahold of His feet, the tears running down her, tried to stand up; she couldn't do it. Oh, the tears running down her cheeks. And the first thing you know, she said, "I must be beside myself." Oh, that you would get beside yourself.
Listen, brethren. I wish the Christian church would get beside themselves long enough to get saved. Sure, she broke all the rules. Who cares about the rules? Let's get to Christ. We don't care about the church rules. Get to Jesus. Oh, when I come to Him, I broke every church rule: I wept; I screamed; I was beside myself. I was by Jesus.

L-42 There's where this poor woman was standing. Oh, God, that we could stand there. There she stood. The only One could forgive her; her opportunity to receive Him, maybe the last time in her life; the only One could take her stain away; the only Fountain that could help her. And she was so sorry as she was weeping, that she got beside herself. And as the tears begin to run on His feet, she was rubbing His feet. Oh, she was so sorry. She was washing her--washing His feet with her tears. What a beautiful water; better than Pharisee could've give her: tears of every repentant sinner washing the dirty feet of Jesus. Hallelujah. The dirty feet of Jesus.


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