<TITLE>14. Par 57-62</TITLE>L-57 And she puts her little veil around her face again. And down the street she goes, and around to her house, up a little creaking bunch of steps. And she closes the door. She walks over to a little cabinet; she opens the door; and she takes out a little sack about like this, maybe a stocking-top. And she sets down. It clinks. It's money. It's all she's got. And she looks at it. She pours it out on the table. And the tears are running down in her eyes. She said, "You know, there was just something about Him," said, "looked different from the rest of the crowd."
I tell you; I don't care who you are; if you ever get a direct look at Jesus, it changes you. It makes a difference out of you."
She said, "Oh, I don't know why I'm weeping." She said, "But I--I must do something for Him. It's just not right for Him to be like that. I just... Something in me just tells me that--that He... It's not right. I got to do something about it."
So she picks up the money, and she starts towards the door. And she said, "Oh, I can't do this. I just can't do it because He's the Prophet. He would know where I got this money. He'd know how I got it. He would know how I got this... And I--I just... But it's all I got. It's all I can do. And there's something on my heart telling me that I must do it." That's the way. That's it.

L-58 There's something about women that--that seems to be different from men. They seem to be, sometime more receptible to spirit. That's right. And they--they seem to catch It quicker. And she said, "Oh, I--I just must do this, something just telling me, I must do it." And she picks up the little old stocking again, wraps up the money, puts it her bosom, pulls down her veil; down the little creaking steps she goes, and down to the perfume shop.

L-59 And when she goes in, one of these old long hooked-nose fellows setting back there, you know... And there had been a bad day that day, and nobody buying any perfume. And he was all crabbed. She walks in the door. He looked; he said, "Oh, now look who my customer is. Hum. My. Look who my customer is now." Didn't come with the courtesy of a gentlemen and say, "Could I help you?" Said, "Well, what do you want?"
And she said, "Kind, sir."
He noticed she had been weeping. He thought, "What's she weeping about?"

L-60 Said, "Kind, sir. I want the best alabaster box you got in the store. I want not one, but I want the best you got." That's the way. Give Him your best. He deserves the best you got. We give Him the seconds. We give Him the last. But He deserves the best. See, something had touched her. She'd got a direct look at Jesus. And she said, "I want the best you've got." We give Him the last we got.

L-61 You take yours first, and go out, and--and spend, and have your big times, and then when you go to church on Sunday morning, you give Him a quarter. But you go and buy a fifty dollar present to give to Joneses that lives next door to you, or something enough to get up in your society ranks, and then to give Jesus the last. He deserves your best. That's all she had. Jesus deserves everything that you are and all you've got. That's the reason we can't get nowhere.
She said, "I want the best you got."
He said, "Well, now first, I got to see the money."

L-62 So she poured it out; he counted it, thirty pieces of Roman denarii, just exactly right. Reaches up on the box, and gets the spikenard, and hands it to her, like that, in the alabaster box. And tucks it into her bosom. She stands a little. She wipes the tears from her eyes. She looks out the door, looks this way and that way, see nobody's coming; she pulls her veil down over her face.
He--he said, "I wonder where she could be going?"
I look, and she steps out and starts up through the street just as hard as she can. There's two men standing on the corner, said, "Look, look, look, look, look, what's going up there?" You're always wanting to scorn people that's down and out.


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