Vagrants at the Throne of Grace Vagrants at the Throne of Grace

Barren Hannah held a dry womb, but rich faith. The bitterness of her soul did not jettison her faith.

Faith was not always the way of life, nor will it be.

Faith is our transport across earth, our shield of protection.

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. (Luke 7:37-38)

But, faith too often is met by a shaking pointed finger of many a modern Pharisee. Judgemental religious men live on. They still object.

Now when the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would have known who and what sort of woman this is who is touching him, for she is a sinner.” (Luke 7:39)

A lady of the city anoints her Master extravagantly with a humiliating and pure devotion.

Jesus gently leaned over and defended those 'reprehensible' to he who is without defense.

And He said to the woman, "Your faith has saved you, go in peace." (Luke 7:50)

The Last Word:

Really, aren't we all, everyone of us to a man, mere vagrants at the Throne of Grace?