Luke 7:36-38 One of the Pharisees asked him to eat with him, and he went into the Pharisee’s house and reclined at table. And behold, a woman of the city, who was a sinner, when she learned that he was reclining at table in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster flask of ointment, and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment.
God, by your grace, will you mold us with the same courage that this ‘woman of the city’ had in standing behind you in whatever potentially hostile place that you may be found.
God, by your grace, will you tenderize our dry hearts and eyes with the same quickness and remorse over our own stubborn waywardness and sin.
God, by your grace, may our lips be so close to your feet that they are unable to move in loose talk and unhonoring speech.
God, by your grace, grant that the grip we hold our own alabaster treasures will twist downward in order to pour them into your Kingdom’s use.
God, by your grace, may every inch of our head and body be a resource we use to bring honor to Jesus.
God, by your grace, use the example of this woman’s devotion to drill holes into our shallowness, building depth to our own love for Jesus.
God, by your grace, thank you for this woman who speaks without words!