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.
-The sinful woman in Luke


Love has no pride.

It has no shame. It is not ignorant–it is aware of the social stigma of radical expression, but it cares not. It endures the uncool to honor the relationship.

An embarassed or hidden love is no love at all. A love that costs nothing is not love. Whispers do not suffice; and love is never ascertained on a bargain.

And so she lay at Jesus’ feet, weeping and with tears in her eyes. The gaze of all were on her. The social inappropriateness offended them. But in that moment, Jesus saw what his disciples in their infant faith and the pharisees in their religious propiety could not see–that love is meant to be lavished.

She is uncool, she is embarassing, but she is the greatest lover in the room. And it moved Jesus’ heart. Oh how it moved Jesus’ heart!

Do we have love for Jesus? Are we ashamed to mention him to our friends, family, our coworkers? Do not speak of him like a friend? Like we speak of our spouses, our children, our hobbies?

If not, then is what we have love?

Love has no pride; it has no shame, it has no whispers; it is a shout-a shout on a roof! 

Jesus, make my love for you louder than ever. Remove the fear of social stigma, for our love should be celebrated. Your love for me hung on a cross–may I reciprocate in a worthy manner.