Simon said to him, ‘This evening John’s disciples asked you if you were the awaited one. You said you were not a prophet, for the age of prophets is past, the age of Abraham is past. You said you were something more. What do you say that you are then? John the Baptist would not eat and drink with us, but fasted and lived in the wilderness. You, on the other hand, are here among us, drinking and eating. Is this the conduct of a Messiah?’
Magdalena came from behind him to kneel at his feet. She set down the jar and took out the stopper. She bent reverently to pour the oil but paused, for he had begun to speak.
She heard him say, ‘How shall I liken the sons of Abraham? They are like children who sit in the market place, and say to one another: ‘We have played a happy tune, and yet you do not dance to it! We have played a mournful tune, but you have not wept!
‘You have long expected quite another Elijah, and quite another Christ. You have expected a prophet who was one of you, and a king who will not be among you for his high mightiness! You say that John the Baptist is no prophet, for he will not eat bread nor drink wine with you, and you say the Son of Man, who eats with you and drinks with you, is a gluttonous man, a wine bibber and therefore cannot be the Messiah! But your eyes see only outward forms and so you do not recognise that what lives within John the Baptist makes him the greatest of the sons of Abraham, the greatest of those that are born of a woman. And you do not see that I am not a king, but that I am the kingdom, for I am not the son of a woman, I am the Son of God!’
At this point, he turned to look at Mary and in that moment the sun and the stars were his eyes! She saw a darkened chamber and moonlight and she was once more a bride, for recognised the bridegroom of her dream.
Her heart fluttered with panic, like a bird caught in the confines of a house. And yet, in her heart’s voice she heard these words,
When a bridegroom knows his bride, this knowing leads to love. So it is with a teacher and a pupil. I love you because I see the light in your heart. See these men, they are learned, but you possess in abundance what they do not have.
Stunned, trembling, her heart asked him, ‘But I am a sinner…I have a curse!’
You see many things, Mary. In the past those who had spirit sight, carried this power in the length and thickness of their hair, now you must let go of this power, if you are to gain a new knowledge through me.’
He had said this in silence, and she felt the warmth of his life entering into her.
‘If you do so, I shall close your eyes to what is troubling you…’
She began to cry and her tears fell over his feet. Hastily, for she did not wish to defile him, she gathered her hair to wipe them away, and realised, that in so doing, she was laying at his feet all of her old treasures. This affected her heart so dearly, that she found herself bending further and touching her lips to his feet in a kiss! And another! In a moment she was pouring her mother’s oil over them, and while the tears continued to flow, she rubbed his skin and anointed his feet with her mother’s very essence, and kissed them again and again, for he was now her comforter and her guide.
This is what I have done for you so that you will perform a task for me. One day, before my death, you will anoint me with this oil again and wipe my feet with your hair. You will be the tower that will bring the God in my soul closer to the man in my body so that I can accomplish my task. Until then you shall be the flooring of my soul.
She would give up her life, she said to him silently, to do this.
He touched her head with one hand and a spark flew from it and entered into her spine. Of a sudden she was a child again and yet wise also. Rest, warmth, love, goodness had entered her to the marrow, and from the heights of this ecstatic ritual of forgiveness and acceptance, she heard the thoughts of the Pharisee and they pulled her down to earth:
If you are the prophet why do you not know what kind of woman this is that touches you? She is a sinner and she defiles you!
She had heard it, but once again, not with her ears, with her heart-sense.
Taking his eyes from her, Jesus said to Simon the Pharisee, ‘Why do you forsake this woman?’
The man was aghast. Christ Jesus had read his thoughts!
‘Answer me this riddle,’ Christ Jesus said to him. ‘There was a certain creditor who had two debtors: the one owed five times more than the other. When they had no money to repay the debt, the creditor forgave them both. Tell me, therefore, which man loved the creditor the most?’
Simon did not need to think on it, for he spoke directly, ‘I suppose it must be the man who was forgiven the most. He will love the most, who owes the most. Much for much…little for little.’