Rounding out a month of posts on purity: a glance at what it means to be pure mentally.

Who comes to mind if you think of the phrases Biblical woman and mental purity? Mary, perhaps? Or Lois? Yes, certainly.

But today I want to shine a quiet light on the woman from Luke 7. She was not respectable enough to be known by any other name than “woman who had lived a sinful life” among her neighbors in that community. But she was worth so much to Jesus that He would both love and forgive her — and that He would have her story recorded for a millinea-long display.

We don’t know her exact sin(s), but we can guess what they likely included. And yet, no matter what she had done or what had been done to her, she certainly ached, as shown in her sacrificial display, to scour her mind, heart, body, and soul of what she had done, of what had been done to her.

Here, in her story, we seen a beautiful domino effect of truth. Perhaps mental purity is the most miraculous purity of all. And it is the one that must be sought and granted every day of our lives in a fallen world. Because the person who craves it cannot undo what they have done or unsee what they have seen or unknow what they have known. But the bitter tears that have flown down can be collected to baptize that mind, and the redeeming gifts and blessings that come after can slowly but surely staunch the craving to renew that mind to what it was meant to be.

And now, a final short poem in the series:

~ Purity 4: Woman (That is Me) ~

Does the salt in my tears

Sting the scratches on Your toes

The way it burns up from my soul? I need

These tears to say what my mouth cannot:

A prayer that You would choke

Memories of horror and missteps I took,

That You would uproot those weeds

And let a grove of olive trees —

Peace-filled branches —

Sprout up in their place. Pour back

On me sweetness and kisses so that

I will again dance: renamed, renewed.