Her sins, which are many, are forgiven.
The love of Christ has power to change the worst sinner into the whitest saint. The woman we see wetting the feet of Jesus with her tears, and anointing them with ointment, was a poor outcast a little while ago.
One writer represents her as going along the street that day in her gay attire, and getting a glimpse of Jesus through the window of the house where He was being entertained by the Pharisee. That look shrivelled her to nothingness; her old self was dead and gone forever.
The same instant a new woman sprang up in her, in place of the old, and a moment later she was at the feet of her Saviour. Her tears told of her penitence. Her ointment, costly and fragrant, told of honor, of love, and gratitude. It represented her best – all she had she gave to Him who had rescued her. It was what was left of the old life, and she gave it to her new Master.
We all need the blessing, which this woman got, and we can get it if we come with penitence to Christ’s feet.