I would likely have stopped with taking pictures from the outside and been happy with that. But Joe doesn't know a stranger and we happened to catch someone on their way out and he wasn't too shy to ask if we could go in. And even though language was a bit of a barrier, they were happy to let us look around!
I will have to elaborate at another time... but in my experience of grace, I most identify with the story of the Prodigal Son. The heartbreak and shame in the son covering his face contrasted by the warmth and open arms of his father running to receive him... so humbling and wonderful to be loved like that!
Like Peter, I need reminding to trust God when I am afraid, not only in my head, but in my actions.
The forgivness this woman was experiencing that brought this beautiful and extravagant act of pouring perfume onto Jesus' feet, kissing and washing them with her tears and drying them with her hair.
This image deserves an entire post... I cannot summarize the depth of what was happening in a couple sentences.