February 4 | Luke 7:36-50

Who is she, really? Where is she from? How did she end up with this reputation? Who slandered her? She is full of mystery. The gaps in her story are many. All we know of her is her desperation to get to Jesus and shower him in acts of gratitude, honor, adoration. Why? What has he done for her? What would compel her to take this risk of entering a Pharisee’s home to honor him in this way. We just don’t have the whole story here, but what we do know is that it is for such as these that Jesus has come. He comes to stand with and for those who have no one to stand with and for them. As I read and reread this story I continue to hear a song. It’s one of my favorite songs, and I’ll let it (see video below) stand alone as to what I think Jesus is saying and doing in this story.

Marc Cohn, “Let Me Be Your Witness”

When your longest night is coming down
When pieces of you hit the ground
When every word they say about you is a lie
When they put your soul up for review
When they’re set on turning every screw
Call on me and I will testify

Let me be your witness

When no one sees and no one hears
Your secret heart
Your bitter tears
When it feels like you’re just sinking in the sand
When you cant remember who you are
When you wonder how you came this far
Call my name and put me on the stand

Let me be your witness

To your mystery
To your ecstasy
To the tears you cry
I will testify
To your longest night
To how hard you fight
To your inner light
A higher place
Your grace
To where you are
And to who you’ve been
Maybe Jesus or Jezebel
To your heaven
To your hell

Let me be your witness



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