<TITLE>11. Par 49-52</TITLE>L-49 But I see her go up, and she looks over there, and she sees Him. "Oh," she said, "that can't be. Surely, is that--that must be Him. Well, it is Him. And He's not--He's not welcome. He--He's got dirty feet. And He's unanointed, and nobody's paying any attention to Him." She said, "Surely, somebody's got to do something."
And I see her pull her--her little shawl up around her, and down the street she goes as hard as she can. She goes up in the little old creaky steps up into her little room, and she goes into a little chest, and gets out her little sock, or something there with some money in it. And she said--she said, "No, no, no I--I can't do this. I can't do it." And she starts weeping; she rolled those eyes, "How He looked over at me."

L-50 Nobody could ever look at Jesus and ever be the same. She said it, "I must be beside myself. Look. I know He's a Prophet, and He'd know where I got this money. He'd know how I got it. I can't take this to Him. I just can't do it."
She puts it back; she's weeping, said, "Oh, think of it. Oh He... Nobody wants Him. Oh, I've got to do something about it." And she takes her little sock out again, her little chest, and she looks at it, and she said, "Oh, surely, but it--it's all I got. It's all I can do. Surely He will understand."
And I see her tuck her little money down in her bosom, and throw her shawl over her, and down the street she goes; and she goes into a little Jew store down there where they're selling some spikenard and stuff in a perfume shop. And she goes in, and some old fellow setting back there, grouchy, counting out his money, "My, it's been a bad day. Didn't hardly make the rent." Oh, my.
And the first thing you know, this prostitute walks in.

L-51 "Well, look what come in." He didn't go out as a polite salesman, or gentleman should be, and say, "What could I do for you?" He said, "Well, what do you want?"
She said, "Sir, I want the best alabaster box you got in the house, not just one, I want the best."
Look, she was giving everything she had, every penny; she had to give the best she could. You and I, we just give a little side thing. Are you giving your best? If you're not giving your best, don't make fun of her. She was giving her best in her oil she had.
She said, "I want the best alabaster box you got of ointment."
"Well," he said, "let's see how much money you got?" Of course, the clink of the money changed his--his idea. He counted out two hundred and eighty pieces of Roman denarii, and just--just enough, he gives her the alabaster box. He noticed she had been weeping. Her eyes were stained. She dumps it in her bosom; she takes out the door.

L-52 Somebody nudges, "Look, going there, Look, going there." That's the way they do today. Nudge, nudge, "Look at there; that's a holy-roller. Look, going there. You know you they are? They're one of them. That's one of them gang." Oh, I'm so glad to be one of them; I don't know what to do. Yes, sir.
"There they go. Look where she's going to now, and she's been weeping. Oh, she's one of them fanatics. Look where she's going, right straight up to where they're at."
There she goes up. She's late. She's got to hurry. But brother, it's better late than never. You may wait a long time, dad; you may be sixty or seventy years old, but it's better to be late--be late than never get there. Come on now.


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