There he is - there’s Simon, with that familiar look of condemnation in his eyes.  He is staring at me, just the way he did last week when I anointed the feet of the master while at his house.  Look at the way he judges me with his glaring, hateful gaze.  If looks could kill, I would be dead for sure. I have been following Jesus for a while now.   I am so drawn to his mercy, the look in his eye is so different, it shows so much compassion,   He listens to people, he seems to have all the time in the world.   It is as if he gazes right in at the center of your soul.   These two men are so different.   What is Simon afraid of?   Why did I set him off so much when I anointed Jesus’ feet?   What did I do that was so bad?   Jesus’ feet were so blistered and cracked from the rough roads he walked, they were swollen and red and I just wanted to give him a bit of comfort- doesn’t he deserve it after such long hours teaching in the...