The Odor of Love
From the pen of Reinhardt Bonnke:
A prostitute once came tripping into a banquet, eyeing up the men. Jesus was there. Their eyes met. She, the used and dirtied harlot. He, divine love incarnate. The ancient miracle again began. Wonder swept over her, catching her breath, as if she had glimpsed the shores of some warm Promised Land across the wild cold waters of her life. Surprised by joy, music within her, no ear had ever heard, she wept with relief, stooped, kissed Christ’s shoeless feet. Her reddened lips and tears mingled with rouge and mascara marking His pure flesh. She gasped… [Read more]
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