She startled awake from some cheerful voices walking outside her crude mud dwelling. A few moments repose during the day was a habit with her since she frequently pursued late night activities. “Happy men,” she muttered bitterly, “I made them happy last night.” She reigned in her desire to shed a single tear, and remembered the adoration the men gave her. Her shiny bracelets clinked together while she smoothed her hair, reveling in her dark kind of glory.
The sound of deliberate footsteps pulled her mind back to the present. It was too early for…no it was a different kind of man. She peered out the tiny window watching the back of his head since he had turned down another street. “Jesus,” she whispered, but there was a catch in her throat. Just the sound of his name spoken aloud from her own mouth stirred her soul to a depth she didn’t know was possible.
Emotions flooded her fatigued spirit; thoughts were bombarding her mind faster than she could handle. Before she knew what she was doing, she donned some plain garments, snatched the idolized money bag and dashed out the door. A plan was rapidly forming in her head, of which she was grateful for the momentary focus lest she turned on her heel and abandoned her quest for hope.
A moment more and she had bought an alabaster flask of fragrant oil. “Sorry dear,” the merchant said, assuming she was grieving the loss of a loved one. She was grieving, deeply. Her racing walk quickened into a run, and she quietly darted through the door not knowing how she was let in.
And stood at His feet behind Him weeping; and she began to wash His feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hair of her head; and she kissed His feet and anointed them with the fragrant oil. Luke 7:38 NKJV
We have been studying the Bad Girls of the Bible book at my women’s group at church and the passage of Luke 7:36-50, packed with abundant truth was featured at the last session. We were able to look at this story from different angles, but since then I have been meditating on the story and have not been able to get this woman’s hair out of my head. I love that the richness of the Bible is so incredible that often more than one truth can be found from one verse or passage.
Knowing that the hair is a symbol of glory of man or beast (1 Corinthians 11:14-15), the phrase laying your glory at His feet has been stirring my spirit. Glory has to do with honor, fame, adoration, praise, dignity. How can I lay my glory at His feet? Have I given all honor to Him or just said it?
3 Ways to Surrender Your Glory to the Father
- Brokenness. She wept on Jesus’ feet. Tears are a symbol of brokenness. In weeping our dignity is reduced to pieces.
- Humility. She dried her tears with her hair. She laid her glory at Jesus’ feet. In humility our pride is reduced to pieces.
- Love. She kissed His feet. She loved Jesus. She didn’t just say it, she showed it. In showing love our self is reduced to pieces.
I want to always surrender my glory to the Father. Even if I have to weep in front of others. Even if I have to repent in the presence of onlookers. Because I love Him.
What about you? Are there ways you have given your glory to the Father? Tell us how by leaving a comment.
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