1. She came in and stood behind him, carried a jar in her hand;
poured the perfume she bought for Jesus, let down her hair for this man.
They were undecided about who he was: should they acclaim or condemn?
Oh, when everyone else was unclear
she washed his feet with her tears.

2. Tears don't fall for some that easy, feelings are hidden within;
strong emotions are reined and bridled, passion suppressed like a sin.
Is it fear of being mistreated, misjudged? Can love survive on a leash?
True love flourishes on the frontier,
she washed his feet with her tears.

3. Simon's eyes were disapproving; did Jesus know what she was?
Did a prophet need signs to tell him she was a breaker of laws?
She'd a reputation for being too free, now she was kissing his feet.
It's outrageous! But that's her career,
she washes feet with her tears.

4. Like a magnet he draws these people, p rodigals all coming home.
Though their names are unrecorded, he recognises his own.
In this world their status may be second-best,
they may be common or plain.
But they're all number one people here;
she washed his feet with her tears.

5. Jesus turned to his host for dinner, 'Simon, d'you see what she's done? She gave me a feast of welcome, you gave me just a few crumbs. Though her life may not be upright or correct,
she knows the meaning of love. She deserves your applause not your sneer,
she washed my feet with her tears.'

6. Did she cry in celebration? Was it a sign of release!?
Or was she anticipating
blood as the price of her peace? Did she dream of arms stretching out on a cross,
Jesus embracing the world?
Long before he was stuck with a spear,
she washed his feet with her tears.

7. Things will never be quite normal, nothing can be quite the same. Even though his death was ugly, Jesus has got quite a name.
In a world where carpenters
rise from the dead,
nothing is settled or fixed.
Every moment his love interferes;
he washes feet with his tears.

She brought an alabaster jar full of perfume and stood behind Jesus, by his feet, crying and wetting his feet with her tears. Then she dried his feet with her hair, kissed them and poured the perfume on them. Luke 7:37,38

1992. ThetitleforthissongwasthethemefortheJuly1992studentserviceatStStephen's,from the gospel for the day, Luke 7:36-50. The unnamed woman's action is both a tremendous expression of love, and an act of hospitality and service to Jesus. The text is also another prodigal son/waiting father story, only here the prodigal is a woman, Jesus is the accepting father, and the older brother is a Pharisee.


ALWS 5/10/23

To say I've been inactive on my website is a serious understatement! I've written nothing here since early 2021. 

So, does this mean the world has stopped for us, that nothing is happening?
A major event for us in 2022 was moving house in October. We had been in Modbury Heights since July 1993.Now we're back in Klemzig.

In May we travelled to the Mentawai Islands in Indonesia, seeing work supported by Australian Lutheran World Service. Dorothy and I are Ambassadors for the ALWS programme, Lives You Touch. We are encouraging people to leave money in their will for the work of ALWS. We committed to leave a third of our will many years ago and hope many others can touch lives in this way.
Since then we have visited Box Hill & Loxton with Jonathan & Julie Krause as part of the Asante presentations, promoting the cause of ALWS. Still to come this year are Asante events in Toowoomba & Rochedale (Nov 26 & 27) and Perth (Dec 10)

Looking forward to seeing many people on these occasions.