It must have been a dreadful time for many in religious communities that were low on compassion. Mary was one of those 'unfortunates' who was in an occupation openly frowned on by the religious authorities but secretly supported by the very same people. For reason unknown to us, this young harlot was exposed, and the Pharisees were determined that Jesus (Yeshua) would make sure she was stoned. Here is an excerpt from Jesus' life from His mother's viewpont.
When the Pharisees exposed Mary, hoping she would be
stoned,Yeshua had rescued her from certain death, but since
then she had had no work, no work at all.
She had hunted all over town for a respectable job,
but everyone looked down on someone
who had been a zonah.
It made no difference that she had not
wanted to be one. It made no difference that she had no
choice;either that or beg,
and who would toss coins to a
beautiful young talitha: one that was obviously in perfect
health?
When she was not looking for work, Mary frequently
trudged behind the Rabboni, Yeshua,
at a respectful distance.
She esteemed Him very highly, but did not
feel worthy to be seen in His Shekinah.
But then one evening that had all changed. She got out
her alabaster box of rich ointment
and cradled it between her hands.
It had taken her a year of careful saving
to purchase the rare perfume.
She knew she could sell it for a good price,
and survive a little longer, but that is not
what she wanted to
do with it.
“Yeshua,” she whispered, as the tears slid down her
cheeks,” Will you understand what I am trying to do?”
As she plodded along the empty street,
she had the alabaster ointment carefully concealed
within the folds of her garment.
Far in the distance she saw a group of men
strolling towards their supper appointment.
She had overheard one of the Hibernim inviting
Yeshua and His disciples for a meal,
and was determined to offer this rebbe,
this healer, this most wonderful friend,
her supreme gift in gratitude
for what He had done for her.
Her heart squeezed with fear even while her feet took
her closer to the gleaming mansion and she saw the men
disappear one by one through the enormous doors.
What if ‘her’ Hibernim was within those portals?
She knew it was most probable.
The porter had left the door slightly ajar to let in the
evening breezes. Mary slipped in, and followed the sounds of
deep, muted voices. They led her to where men were dining
on couches in a massive dining room.
Suddenly she saw Him, and she had eyes for Yeshua only.
With a cry on her lips, she hurried over and sank to her knees.
Yeshua,” she whispered. “Yeshua, Yeshua!” Oh that He will
know how grateful I am for all He has done for me!
As she opened the alabaster box for the first time, a sweet
Perfume permeated the air. Someone sniffed deprecatingly and
she heard a critical comment or two but they barely registered.
The tears of adoration and gratitude that flowed down her
cheeks washed away the dust from His feet. With reverential
tenderness Mary lifted each one, and dabbed at them with her
flowing locks until no dust smudges remained.
There was a lull in the conversation, and Mary looked up.
Yeshua rested His hand lightly on her ankle-length hair, and
then tilted her chin with one finger so that she would look
directly at Him.
“Thy sins are forgiven.” His voice was so rich, and kindly.
She gazed rapturously into His eyes until He spoke again.
“Thy faith hath saved thee, go in peace.”
Somehow Mary found her way to the door,
clutching the broken alabaster box to her bosom.
She walked back to her house as one in a dream,
and knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that she
would follow Him where ever He went, and
serve Him with her whole heart.
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