Luke 7:36-50 (NLT)…
One of the Pharisees asked Jesus to have dinner with him, so Jesus went to his home and sat down to eat. When a certain immoral woman from that city heard he was eating there, she brought a beautiful alabaster jar filled with expensive perfume. Then she knelt behind him at his feet, weeping. Her tears fell on his feet, and she wiped them off with her hair. Then she kept kissing his feet and putting perfume on them.
When the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would know what kind of woman is touching him. She’s a sinner!”
Then Jesus answered his thoughts. “Simon,” he said to the Pharisee, “I have something to say to you.”
“Go ahead, Teacher,” Simon replied.
Then Jesus told him this story: “A man loaned money to two people—500 pieces of silver to one and 50 pieces to the other. But neither of them could repay him, so he kindly forgave them both, canceling their debts. Who do you suppose loved him more after that?”
Simon answered, “I suppose the one for whom he canceled the larger debt.”
“That’s right,” Jesus said. Then he turned to the woman and said to Simon, “Look at this woman kneeling here. When I entered your home, you didn’t offer me water to wash the dust from my feet, but she has washed them with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You didn’t greet me with a kiss, but from the time I first came in, she has not stopped kissing my feet. You neglected the courtesy of olive oil to anoint my head, but she has anointed my feet with rare perfume.
“I tell you, her sins—and they are many—have been forgiven, so she has shown me much love. But a person who is forgiven little shows only little love.” Then Jesus said to the woman, “Your sins are forgiven.”
The men at the table said among themselves, “Who is this man, that he goes around forgiving sins?”
And Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”
What is my ministry?
What is my calling?
I’ve questioned often.
Seems like everyone has a ministry…
and some of them are pretty “fancy”.
Or so it seems.
Teachers who travel and pack out arenas.
Bloggers who travel to the remotest parts
to report back on children who need aid.
Writers who are known for their words
and sell millions.
Pastors who lead huge flocks over the air waves.
It seems so big and fancy to me.
It also seems as if those are the ministries
the ones some seek to follow.
Here’s the funny thing…
I’ve had lots of “ministries.”
I just haven’t always liked
My calling is to be here..
with mountains of dirty clothes
and four people who expect to eat
no less than THREE times a day.
They lose their socks
and their school books…
until I find them.
They want me to hold them when they are sick
and clean up after.
They expect me to pick them up on time
and drop them off early.
They want what they want,
when they want it,
and how they want.
That is my ministry.
So…today I read of a ministry
that was neither big or fancy.
In fact, it was dirty and messy…
some might say kind of gross…
imagine tears and perfume
mixed with dirt and grime…
all in her hair!
There is absolutely nothing fancy in that!
Yet, she knew her calling.
She was called to minister to one…
And, so she did.
I imagine she knew
that she might not be well received.
Even still, she entered a religious home,
She, who men recognized, was recognized.
And, before the host could announce
who she was, she fell at His feet.
His dusty feet.
With nothing more than a bottle of perfume,
her own tears,
and her hair…
without looking around her,
she began her ministry.
And the One to Whom she ministered noticed.
He noticed her.
He defended her.
He loved her.
He forgave her.
Somehow reading this
put my life in perspective this morning.
there is nothing fancy with being a wife
and a mom…
especially in the era of
the social media comparison trap.
Yet, this is what I’m called to do.
Thus, my ministry isn’t to four,
it’s to the One who called me to be
Chad’s wife and mom to our 3 Es.
It was no accident that my Bible reading
led me to Luke chapter 7.
I want to be her…
and be only concerned with ministering to One.