HH, Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div
“And, behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment, 38 And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.” Luke 7:37-38
The truest purity is not afraid to come into contact with the vilest sinner. The holy Saviour and the sinful woman are separated by no impassable gulf; though she is sunk in evil — and He is the holy one. He may draw near to her, and He will . . .’
- catch no infection,
- breathe no poisonous air,
- sustain not the slightest injury.
Lord, make me so white and clean, that I shall be able to move among the unholy — and yet my imagination and heart and life remain untarnished! Clothe me in the armour of a Christlike saintliness, that I may walk safely in the enemy’s territory and the plague-stricken land without stain.
And the vile sinner is not afraid to come into contact with the truest purity. The sinful woman shrank from Simon the Pharisee — but not from Jesus the Son of God; the one was a moralist and legalist — the Other was a Redeemer and Friend.
It will be a sad and condemning sign of my Christianity, if it drives the transgressor away, instead of alluring him to my feet, and, through me, to diviner Feet than mine — the blessed pierced Feet of the Saviour of the lost!
I would be a saint and yet a saint around whom the wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked will gather.