March 2012 - Sentinel Archives
Friday, March 30th, 2012 Author: Daveg
The woman just could not help herself. As the crowd watched with astonishment, she rushed forward with a jar of perfume, fell on her knees 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.” Some of the onlookers rolled their eyes, muttering. Didn’t Jesus know what kind of woman this was, making such a shameful show with unfurled hair and sobs at His feet?read more...