Hi everyone,
So right now I am reading for the 2nd time an absolutely amazing book called Love Has A Face by Michelle Perry. This book is incredibly moving and stirs many things in my spirit. I thought I would share part of it with you -keep in mind I do not own any of this-
The Beauty of a Wasted Life:
She spent her life earning a living by selling false love to any who would buy it. But the Man before her know was different. He looked past her reputation, to her very soul. His eyes held no agenda, no desire to use her. They probed the deepest crevasses of her pain, but she saw no loathing, no hatred, no condemnation. How could this be? She saw only compassion and mercy, mingled with sadness at what He knew she suffered.
She looked away. She did not know what to do in the face of Love that held no guile or hidden motive. Yet her gaze drew back to this Man they call Teacher. Her heart compelled her. Could it really be true? One more time their gazes locked. She could not look away again, even if she tried. How could she return even a drop of the ocean of love in which He washed her with that day?
It was inappropriate to be sure. It was in the middle of an important dinner in which she had no invitation. And it was not in the proper manner. She could scarcely believe she had just barged into the middle of the room. It was absolutely undignified. Yet she was compelled by His love. She washed His feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair.
It cost her everything: every shred of dignity and a year's wages gone in an instant as she poured out her precious perfume. Did they know how this aroma had been earned? She shuddered at the thought. But it was fleeting. The look in His eyes again captured her heart. The room disappeared. The jeering looks and accusations faded as He filled all her vision.
Wasteful, indignant extravagance poured over this Man, the only Man who ever showed her the face of Love. How could she not pour out her everything on Him?
Love out poured overtook the gathering. The fragrance of intoxicating, overpowering adoration that gave all it had and risked all it was, filled the room. Inappropriate. Indecent. Scandalous. Wasteful.
But Jesus- what did He do? He accepted it. He defended it. He applauded it. He cherished it. He recorded it for all time.
So the question is....Can one glance, I thought one encounter with Him so change your life? Can one meeting with this Man Jesus be so dangerous that you would gladly lose your reputation for one more moment in His presence? Is it so possible to be so in love that your life wasted in worship makes history?
Ok wow! Need I say more? There is such truth in this story! Lord grant me the courage of Mary...give me a heart willing to step out and at times look foolish. God give me a heart that moves Yours!
