I thought it was time to dig back on some old posts on a previous blog I was writing for a while. Coming from the background of a journalist, I thought I’d tell the stories of Jesus from the perspective of someone interviewing one of the people who was with Jesus at the time. Hope you find this helpful:
I invited Jesus over to my place for dinner with a few friends.
But you’re a pharisee. Your lot aren’t exactly Jesus’ biggest fans
You’re right there. I’ve given him my fair share of criticism over the years, but there’s something about Jesus that I wanted to know more about. I thought that if I had him over to dinner, we may get to understand where he was at.
Were you surprised that he accepted your invitation.
You bet. He has dinner with all the low life in town, but he doesn’t usually eat with us. Probably because we’re usually trying to trick him with our philosophical questions. It was a real honour that he accepted my invitation.
So I believe you had a gatecrasher?
Yes this woman walked in, right in front of us all. She was a real mess. She was crying as though something really bad had happened. I figured she must have been abused or something.
Did you know her?
Er… well… I didn’t actually know her. But the other guys said she was a sex worker. They said she was pretty well known …that is … known by reputation.
So what did she do?
She went straight over to Jesus, got down on her knees and started washing his feet with her tears. Then she brings out this bottle of perfume. It wasn’t a little bottle, must have cost quite a lot, and began pouring it on him.
How did you feel about that?
I was mad as a cut snake. I mean I live in a respectable neighbourhood. A nice dinner party with good friends. Everything was just right and in walks someone who I wouldn’t normally let anywhere near my house, and Jesus just allows her to blubber all over him. It was disgusting. Funny thing, his friends didn’t seem to be worried about who the woman was. They just complained about the waste of money because of the expensive perfume she was using.
Did Jesus say anything about what was going on?
Well he didn’t stop the woman. He just let her go, but he leaned over to me and tells me a story.
A story? What sort of story?
Well he said there was this businessman who was owed money by two people. One of them owed him five hundred denarii and the other 50. When they couldn’t pay, he said he would overlook the bill and let them both off. Then he asks, now which of them will respect the businessman more?
Did you answer him?
Yes, of course, I said it would be the person who was let off the biggest amount.
Did he agree with you?
He points to the woman and says, I’ve been in your house for dinner, you didn’t give me anything to wash my feet, but this woman has washed my feet with her tears. You didn’t offer any sort of affection but this woman has been kissing my feet ever since she walked in the door. You didn’t anoint my head with oil, as the custom is, but she hasn’t stopped anointing my head with perfume.
That must have hurt?
Funny thing is it didn’t hurt. It just made me realise that here was someone who didn’t have any of the privileges I had, but she was offering Jesus a whole lot more than I was. When he said: “Her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for she loved much; but he who is forgiven little loves little,” I suddenly realised how little I was prepared to give to Jesus.
Will this meeting with Jesus have any ongoing effect on your life?
I’ve got to think about this a bit more. I feel as if there is something really special about Jesus. I’ve been pretty mean to him over the years, but he just accepted me, and seemed to really care about me. He was quite right about how I had treated him. I gave him dinner, but it was probably more about the social acceptance than anything else. But this woman who had nothing going for her, expressed herself in a way I couldn’t. I think there must be something else that I need to do for Jesus.
Simon, thanks for sharing your story.