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De indringer

Een preek gehoord over een maaltijd waar een indringer binnenkwam
(zie Lucas 7:36-50 - onderaan na te lezen en een korte film van te zien)
Daar is een lied over geschreven:

    The room grew still
    As she made her way to Jesus
    She stumbled through the tears
    That make her blind
    She felt such pain
    Some spoke in anger
    Heard folks whisper
    There's no place here for her kind
    Still on she came
    Through the shame that flushed her face
    Until at last she knelt before his feet
    And though she spoke no words
    Everything she said was heard
    As she poured her love for the master
    From her box of Alabaster

    And I've come to pour
    My praise on Him like oil
    From Mary's Alabaster Box
    Don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears
    And I dry them with my hair
    You weren't there the night He found me
    You did not feel what I felt
    When He wrapped His loving arms around me
    And you don't know the cost
    Of the oil in my Alabas…