<TITLE>10. Par 91-101</TITLE>L-91 That's the way He is today amongst a bunch of religions too, a wallflower, unwelcomed, unwanted. "Filth, dirty, holy-roller," they call It, "some kind of a--a person that isn't their right mind; a fortuneteller, mental telepathy," or some kind of an evil name.

L-92 And Jesus, I'll get to it in a few minutes, said, "Speak a word against the Son of man, it shall be forgiven you; but when the Holy Ghost is come to do the same thing, one word will never be forgiven you." See?

L-93   But there that little woman seen He needed service. And she rushed in real quickly, went and got an alabaster box full of oil. Probably had bought it with the money from her prostitution. But what was it? She might have thought, "He is a--He is a Prophet. But I remember another woman in my fix, another character like mine; she had the opportunity and she recognized Him, and she was forgiven." Up there at the well of Sychar, last night we talked of it. "And if I can only get to Him, I know Who He is, I'll do Him a service. If the rest of them, I don't care what they do. I'll do Him a service. I'll recognize He's the Son of God."

L-94   She run in. She got real close to Him, and she felt so guilty. That's the way a real penitent sinner feels in His Presence, guilty!

L-95 And the tears begin to fall, and she was trying to hide them. They dropped on His feet. She was going to anoint Him, but the tears dropping on His feet. And she begin to wipe them, and--and crying, and--and wiping them with her hands. And--and His feet was all getting mussed up with the dirt that was on it; and--and if you want to really believe it, with the stink of the animals off the trail, everyone walked the same trail. And there it was, the stink on Him, sitting there, and her tears was dropping on His feet, and she was trying to wipe them off. And she had no towel.

L-96   What is the woman's beauty and honor? Is her hair. That's the reason many of you women today cut it all off. That's wrong. She, she took her hair and begin to wash the... His feet, and wipe them, her--her pretty hair, taking the stink off of Him, upon herself, bearing His reproach. Oh, my! That's when you recognize Who is in your presence. See? Our sisters would have to almost stand on their head, to get enough hair to do that. So there she washed His feet, and wiped them with the hairs of her head, and she kissed His feet.

L-97   And that old Simon standing back there, said, "Huh! Huh!" Oh, I can just see him blow up. He didn't recognize Who He was. Said, "I told you He wasn't a Prophet. If He was a Prophet, He would recognize what kind of a woman that is around Him."

L-98 Jesus never moved a foot. He just watched her. And she was scared.

L-99 Then after He had got through, she doing the service to Him, He looked over, said, "Simon, I've got something to say to you. You invited Me here. You brought Me here," in other words, a trump up his sleeve. "You wanted to show Me off. You wanted to prove that I wasn't what I am. And you, when you brought Me here, you should have had My feet washed, but you never. You should give Me oil to anoint My head, but you didn't. You never kissed Me welcome. And this woman, ever since I've been here, has washed My feet with her tears, and wiped them with--with her hair, and constantly has kissed My feet since I've been here. I have something against you, Simon."

L-100   Then He turns to her. I can just imagine seeing her standing there, and her big pretty eyes all stained up, and her face, and where she had grease and--and dust off of the road, on her face. And she thinks, "Now have I done wrong? Have I done wrong?"

L-101 He said, "And I say unto her, her 'sins which are many, are all forgiven. Go in peace.'"


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