I was a visitor that day, but I felt the warm welcome of my soon to be Savior. Oh, I’d heard about Him, went to church as a child and learned about how He died for my sins. But I never really knew Him until that hot, humid September night. The altar was beckoning me throughout the entire sermon.

I was not paying attention to what the preacher was saying and I just wanted him to hurry up and finish. All I knew is that Jesus was calling me, reaching for me. I didn’t want to interrupt the service so I patiently waited for the sermon to end.

Finally, the pastor gave the invitation to come to the altar and immediately I stood up and walked as fast I could to meet the One who was waiting for me. I fell to my knees with my head lowered to the ground and poured out the endless flow of tears while Jesus wrapped His arms around me and gave me everything I needed and wanted.

I was a sinner who desperately needed and wanted forgiveness, mercy, grace and His unfailing love. He lavished all of these things in great abundance.

As I continued to cry from a repentant heart, a transformation began to take place. The sorrow was turning into joy! And then I did something that I knew felt so right, yet strange at the same time – I began to take my waist length curly hair and wave it back and forth against the carpeted floor where I was still kneeling. I didn’t know why I was doing this.

All I knew was I wanted to do it and more than that, I knew Jesus wanted me to do what I was doing.

I had already washed His feet with my tears and now I was drying them with my hair. Repentance, true repentance, was all I had to give Him, and it was all He wanted. It was afterwards that I learned through scripture about the meaning of my worship:

Luke 7:37-38

³⁷ 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,

³⁸ 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.

I was that woman, a sinner, who washed His feet with my tears and dried them with my hair. What an experience! And I very well could have interrupted the service by going to the altar just as this woman interrupted dinner because she had to get to Jesus!

I gave Him the ointment of repentance and worship and He in turn gave me His love. I met the One who would change my life forever.

God’s never too busy for you to interrupt Him. Go ahead, it’s OK. In fact, He encourages us to do so:

 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28