<TITLE>28. Par 202-205</TITLE>L-202 Did you notice the woman washing Jesus' feet? She never asked for a blessing. She just looked there. And there that hypocrite trying to make fun of Him, degrade His character... That's what they were always trying to do: make Him look little. Some people, you know, they followed Him just to do that. They'd say, "Now, look here. Good master, we know thou art a great man of God. You fear nothing. Should we pay tribute to Caesar?" See? All the things that--just trying to find something to blacken His Name, smut it.
This Pharisee invited Him down there for dinner, that denomination knowing that they'd invite Him there; they had an iron in the fire somewhere (as a gambler would say, "a trump up his sleeve"), they had something in common.

L-203 And when you see anybody like that, that hates you, your cause for Christ, and then they bring you in, it's either to get a lot of money off of you, or do something, or use you in some way. See? There's not... They won't believe the message. They got you there for something else. You think that that same Christ don't discern the same thing today? Certainly, He does.
But they brought Him in there; they said, "Now, we'll prove it." And got Him back there and let Him come in stinky, never washed His feet, never made Him welcome. Setting there in that, where they'd walk in them robes, you know, bring in that where the horses and things had been along the road in them days, them little old trails. They all traveled the same way. That big robe picking up that stink, and it was on Him, and it stunk from the dust and things on the road.
And old stinking, like in barnyards and things... And that was on Him, going to a guest's house with them great big chenille rugs on the floor, everything. They had some kind of an ointment, they--they washed their face and washed their feet, and give them a pair of bedroom slippers like, and set their sandals up. Then come in after he was all dressed and groomed, and fixed his hair, and come in. Then you meet your guests, and they--and then you--and then you--you greet them and hug them. They hug one another by the neck and kiss each other on the neck. See? Like you seen Joseph and I awhile ago putting our arms around one another, patting each other, and they kissed one another on the neck. But that Pharisee, after inviting Him in there, and there He was setting back there, they never washed His feet; they never done a thing to Him: let Him sit there just to make fun out of Him.

L-205 But some poor little degraded prostitute with a few nickels that she'd earned out there in her ill-fame of living, she seen Him setting there. And the big tears rolled down her cheeks. She went down there and got an alabaster box, with all the money she had. She slipped in some way and got back there; she fell down at His feet, and she begin to crying, and her hair fall down. And--and she would cry and take her... They had no towel to wash His feet, and she'd taken this hair and wiping His feet off. What beautiful water for His feet, tears of a repentant sinner. And if He'd just have moved His foot, she'd have jumped up. She wasn't asking nothing; she just seen it needed to be done.


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