Love sometimes gets a little crazy.
In college, a friend of mine wrote the love of his life a
long and deeply romantic letter on an entire roll of toilet paper (you realize this is
no small feat if you've tried to write anything on toilet paper). Other people
in love have rented out huge billboards or hired advertising
blimps. That's just crazy. There's something about love that pushes the
boundaries.
In Luke 7.36-50, Jesus is having a nice lunch with a nice
group of very nice people. It is a pleasant moment. No one has called him
names. The conversation has been civil and respectful. All the proper
boundaries have been preserved. Simon, who is hosting the luncheon, has not
joined other Pharisees in dismissively attacking Jesus. Simon isn't like that. He
has opened his home, his table, his hospitality, and has been decidedly
respectful to the less educated Nazarene.
The pleasant lunch abruptly changes when the town's best
known whore aggressively shoves her way into the room. Before anyone can stop
her, she throws herself at Jesus' feet and starts holding and intensely kissing
them over and over.