Sunday, February 5, 2017

Forgiven much, love much

Forgiven Much
47 Therefore I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven—for she loved much. But he who is forgiven little, loves little.” 48 And he said to her, “Your sins are forgiven.” 49 Then those who were at table with him began to say among[h] themselves, “Who is this, who even forgives sins?” Luke 7:47-49 NIV
I gasped and my heart skipped a beat when he looked into my eyes.  It was as if in a moment he knew everything about me.  He knew all the men by whose side I had slept.  He knew all of the rejection, bitterness anger and loneliness that has consumed me inside.  He knew my many failed attempts to change and be a better person.  Even my expensive perfume did not hide the stench of my soul within.  He knew me, but his look gave me hope.

Then a weightiness that I had never known before filled my heart.  I could not carry this feeling another day, in fact not even another moment.  Shouts in my head kept telling me how awful of a person I was.  Failure, deceiver, homewrecker, full of lust, wicked woman replayed again and again inside.  But a whisper of hope circled about….he can make you clean.

Clean escapes me.  I have washed again and again, but my heart still condemns.  Could he really make me clean again?  I will give him the only thing of worth that I have.  This very expensive oil will I pour out on his feet.  If only will he let me touch him?  I am unclean, not holy.

I slipped by everyone as quickly as I could and knelled at Jesus feet.  Tears poured forth that had been stored up for years.  They fell upon his feet.  I poured the oil, not some, but all of it and the fragrance filled the room.  With my hair I wiped and washed his feet clean.  I could tell that He who is holy, let me touch him.

Woman your sins are forgiven!

 I’m clean.  I don’t know if you understand the joy that is racing through my entire being.  The weight is gone.  I can breathe again. Hope is no longer a word for others, it is coursing through my veins.  I am changed.  Somehow I know I will never ever go back to that life again.

The Pharisee who had invited Jesus into his home was conflicted by what was happening.  If Jesus claimed to be from God…how could he let what is evidently so unclean on so many levels…touch him?  The scriptures are clear that a man set apart by God should remain holy by touching no unclean thing.  Yet this Jesus has let her cry and wipe her hair on his feet.

Jesus reminded the Pharisee that he who is forgiven much, loves much.  No act of kindness was expressed by the Pharisee toward Jesus as he entered the home…but she washed his feet.

1.  1.      No matter how ugly our sin is…we can still approach Jesus.  Even if your sin was today!
2. 2.      Only Jesus can remove sin and all its ugliness from our lives. 
3. 3.      Time does not remove sin…but confession to Jesus for forgiveness does
4.4.       Jesus absorbs our sin into his death on the cross, and then imparts (puts clean clothes on) his holiness on our lives.  Just-as-if-ied never sinned.
5. 5      To be made right with God…everyone comes to him the same way…broken, contrite, and humbly

How are you expressing your deep love to Jesus?  The Pharisee witnessed more than just inward appreciation, he saw love tangibly expressed.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Rise of the Pharisee



Rise of the Pharisee





Sharply dressed including a tassel
Who knows who is watching me
Outward looks are never a hassle
To make a good looking Pharisee

Gifted in speech and words to babble
No personal need will I plea
Glad I am not like this rabble
I’m too good a Pharisee

No sin in me will you find
I’m definitely not at all like thee
My pride is better than that kind
My task is to be the best Pharisee

Social justice issues are my battle cry
As long as you believe like me
My view is right, that is why
I am leading all the Pharisees

I fast, pray, give alms to the poor
Making sure everyone can see
Accolades, praise, tell me more
It looks so good on a Pharisee

My reputation is squeaky clean
A white washed tomb for all to see
The real me can’t be seen
I’m a plastic Pharisee

Bishop, Doctor, Reverend, Teacher
Titles are the most important key
I am not just some ordinary preacher
I’m a very special Pharisee

A Sunday Christian like no other
To make disciples just like me
Compare ourselves by each other
Makes a better Pharisee

I like what I have become
I speak with such authority
I know that I am better than some
It makes me a good Pharisee

Jesus said "Watch out!" Jesus warned them. "Beware of the yeast of the Pharisees and Sadducees".Matthew 16:6 NLT