Holy Water?

-Spurgeon, "The Woman Which Was a Sinner"

"...and as she stood behind him at his feet weeping,
she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she
wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured
perfume on them." Luke 7:38

Here was holy water of a true sort!

She began to weep, and the tears fell in such
plenteous showers that they even washed his feet.

The crystal of penitence falling in drops,
each one as precious as a diamond.

Never were feet bedewed with a more precious water
than those penitent eyes showered forth.

Then, unbinding those luxurious tresses of her hair,
which had been for her the devil's nets in which to
entangle souls, she wiped his sacred feet therewith.

Surely she thought that her chief adornment, the crown and
glory of her womanhood, was all too worthless a thing to do
service to the lowest and meanest part of the Son of God.

That which once was her vanity now was humbled,
and yet exalted to the lowest office.

She made her eyes a water pitcher and her locks a towel.