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While praying for a stranger, an indescribable feeling of holiness came over me.
As she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Luke 7:38
I had volunteered to pray at the altar with those who came forward with requests at the Sunday evening prayer service. A woman approached and handed me an index card with a prayer request for her parents. She knelt down on the cushion on the front side of the altar rail, and I knelt down on the wooden floor on the other side.
She placed her hands on the rail and bowed her head. I placed my hands on top of hers, closed my eyes and began to pray.
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Since I knew very few of the details of her situation, I didn’t feel I was praying for her as well as I should and my prayers didn’t seem very eloquent.
That’s why I was surprised when I felt a teardrop fall onto the back of my hand. Another came, and then another. An indescribable feeling of sharing a moment of holiness came over me.
After I had finished praying, the woman wiped her eyes and we hugged. I remembered how Jesus had been bathed with a woman’s tears and I felt privileged to have been His representative for a brief moment to receive the gift of tears offered to Him from one of His beloved daughters.
Father, help me to receive someone’s tears in Your name today.