Forgive this Pharisee

 “Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little."

  — Luk 7፥47 (NIV)

It was me who asked you to have dinner with me. You being you accepted my gesture delightfully. Because often times, it is you who stands at people's doors and knocks. You would politely request if anyone would hear your voice to open the door so you would eat with them. 

But no, I invited you to come. I was excited when I heard about all those wanders you had done in Capernaum. And I wanted some of those for myself. I am telling the truth when I say my intentions were pure. I wanted you in my house. That is why I asked.

The problem was, I was a Pharisee. You see, I was trained to judge. Little did I know that you will make me judge myself that night. 

When that sinful woman came out of nowhere, I was disgusted. I lived my whole life learning the scriptures and living by the law, and she swoops in uninvited and cries on her feet. Who would waste an alabaster perfume for feet? 

"Simon I have something to tell you," you said. And that is when you told me that I owed you money. I was scared that you would ask me to give it back to you, but you said you canceled my debt. I was relieved. 

That sinful intruder borrowed money from you even in greater amounts than I did. Of course, she did, she is poor. However, she is the one with a story being told for generations about her faith and not me. 

Because I was a terrible host. Who would invite a guest and not treat them well? What is worst, my fool heart questioned if you were truly a prophet. 

I realize now that it is me who has more debt than any other person. I judged the Judge. I mistreated the King. It is me who can never pay you back. 

But if you still do decide to stay, I will try my best to keep you comfortable. Will you forgive this Pharisee?