The Pharisee asked Christ to eat. What did the
woman who was not asked seek there? A stranger does not burst into the interior
of a house. An uninvited man does not dare to enter its private banquet room. A
reckless spectator does not dare to disturb the foods made ready to relax
spirits weary after labor. Why, then, does this woman, unknown—or rather of bad
reputation— burdened with grief, weeping copiously, lamenting aloud, with the
doorkeeper unaware, and everyone else, too, even the Shepherd Himself—why does
she run through all the doors, pass through all the groups of servants, fly
even to the private hall of the banquet, and turn the whole house of joy into
one of lamentation and wailing?
Brethren, she did not come uninvited; she was
under command. She entered not as one rashly daring, but as one ushered in. He
who ordered her to be absolved by a heavenly judgment is the One who caused her
to be brought to Himself. The well-dressed Pharisee was reclining at the first
place on his banquet couch, swelling with pride before the very eyes of Christ.
In order to please men, not God, he was gaily engrossed in his banquet. At that
time the woman came. She came up from behind, because a guilty soul seeking
pardon stands behind the pardoner's back. She knew that because of her guilt
she had lost the confidence to stand before His face.
When she came, she came to make satisfaction to
God, not to please men. She came to provide a banquet of devotion, not of
pleasure. She set a table of repentance, served courses of compunction and the
bread of sorrow. She mixed the drink with tears in proper measure, and to the
full delight of God she struck music from her heart and body. She produced the
organ tones of her lamentations, played upon the zither by her long and
rhythmical sighs, and fitted her groans to the flute. While she kept striking
her breast in reproach to her conscience, she made the cymbals resound which
would please God. While she set foods like these before God's sight, she
received abundant mercy.
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