No Psalm this Sunday... Instead this is a dialogue that I'll be performing with another member of the congregation at our 11am communion service this morning... It started out life as an episode in a piece I wrote for New Irish Arts and the Centre For Contemporary Christianity in Ireland years ago, entitled "I Witness". It was based on the testimonies of various people that Jesus encounters in Luke's Gospel, with this piece being taken from Luke 7: 36-8: 3.
Man:
Although he insisted on associating
with undesirables, we Pharisees didn’t wash our hands of him entirely… Various
friends of mine invited him to their homes… But the rabble even followed him
there… On one occasion a woman came into the banqueting room after the meal and
knelt down at the bottom of his couch… She was bawling her eyes out… and with
her kisses and her tears she washed his feet, before drying them with her hair
and pouring perfume on them… It was disgusting… She was as good as offering
herself to him as dessert…
Woman: It was
all I could offer to him… I had used my body to bring relief to men in the
past… Some of them were round that table. But then they had paid me… bought me…
used and abused me… But he didn’t. The others treated me like dirt beneath
their feet that they wanted to wash off, but he didn’t… so I suppose that is
why I thought I would wash his
feet... He knew what I was…
Man: Everyone
there knew who she was… what she was… except him… At least that’s what we
thought… One of my friends said, in a stage whisper “If this man were really a prophet, he would know who is touching him and
what kind of woman she is—that she is a sinner."
Woman: I heard them talking about me… And so did he…
I was waiting for him to recoil… but he didn’t… Instead…
Man: When he heard this he turned to our host
and asked: “"If two men owed money to a money-lender - one owed him
£40,000, and the other £4000, and neither had the money to pay him back, so he
wrote off both debts, which of them will love the moneylender more?"
Woman: I was
listening – but I wasn’t quite sure what he was getting at…
Man: Our host replied, "I suppose the one
who had the bigger debt cancelled."
Woman: Then he looked at me and said: “Do you see this woman? I came into your
house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her
tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman,
from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil
on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet.”
Man: The ingratitude of the man… Telling off
his host after enjoying his hospitality, whilst holding up this… this… whore as
some sort of good example…
Woman: He knew I was far from perfect… He
said “Her many sins have been forgiven – for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves
little." - “She loved much”
- until that day I had never known the meaning of love…
Man:
Love! What’s love got to do with it?
Faith… faithfulness… is the key…
Woman: He reached down and raised me up saying
"Your faith has saved you; go in peace."
Man: Faith! Where was her faith? Where
was his? What about staying faithful to the law? Staying pure…
Woman: I wasn’t the only one to feel like this,
others that he healed and accepted followed him around supporting him any way
we could… And many of them were women like me…
Man:
What sort of a man lives off the
earnings of woman of ill-repute? What sort of Messiah has sinners as supporters?
Selah
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