“Hear, O kings; give ear, O princes;
to the Lord I will sing;
I will make melody to the Lord, the God of Israel.”
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.
In today’s readings, we see two women worshipping their Lord. In Judges, it is Deborah – whose song of praise is contained in all of chapter 5. In Luke, it is a woman of ill repute – who worships her Savior extravagantly. In a humble posture, I, too, offer a few lines of verse in response to today’s reading.
Where is our deliverer? Our enemies are pressing in.
“I will give you a Deliverer to deal with your great sin.”
But Lord we are oppressed, we are slaves in our own land.
“I will send you my Servant. He sits at my right hand.”
But God we need a warrior! We are surrounded from all sides.
“Your Deliverer is before you, yet you follow your blind guides.”
Please God, Deliver us. We need to see your face.
“Bring your jar of ointment and celebrate my Grace!”