Simon was a Pharisee. He lived a monochrome religious life that was “cut and dried” and had no room for questioning or grace. One day he invited Jesus to his home, presumably for some quiet conversation and theological debate.
So when a woman burst into his polite dinner party, he and his guests were horrified. In her hands was a beautiful alabaster jar, like the type used to carry perfumed ointment, and her eyes were bloodshot and moist. A room full of male eyes telescoped to see what the commotion was. Continue reading THAT kind of person….