Tears at His feet by Steve Porter

By Steve Porter

"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, 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).


 


Once when I was praying I felt an overwhelming desire to kneel before Him. As I did so the Holy Spirit came and I became "unraveled." I could not stop weeping even though I tried. I just lay on the floor as His love and tenderness swept over me in waves. I was still for a long time, and just basked in His manifest presence. All at once in my spirit the Lord spoke, "Steve, you are weeping at my feet." I had the inner sense He was standing in front of me and I became keenly aware of weeping at His feet. This revelation kept me on the floor for many hours.


 


The warmth of His love was transforming me from the inside out, giving me a revelation that I would never forget. The man Christ Jesus came and received my tears as a beautiful offering. 


 


Our Lord loves our tears. When we weep at His feet, we anoint Him with our love. To lie at His feet is to adore Him with our whole being.  How can we not be unraveled? 


 


Mary was always at His feet. She loved to love Him. She anointed Him with her tears, and our Lord loved her back. She got the attention of God, because of her deep devotion and even went down in history as a great lover of God.


 


 "She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said" (Luke 10:39).


 


 "When Mary reached the place where Jesus was and saw him, she fell at his feet and said, "Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died" (John 11:32).


 


 "Then Mary took about a pint of pure spikenard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus' feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume" (John 12:3).


 


Beloved Master, I long to lie at your feet each day, to anoint them with my love! Every tear I shed you hold as priceless. Each moment I am being transformed into your image as I worship and adore you. Let my love for you grow each day.  Lift me to higher realms of understanding.  And Lord, as I seek to know you face to face, lead me to wider spheres of service.  Purify my thoughts with the cleansing waters of your word.  Search me and bring my will into subjection to yours.  Sweet Lover of my soul - guide me ever closer.   


 


Steve Porter


www.soakingplace.tv


 


 

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