She didn't consider the cost of alabaster as extravagant. She didn't consider it a humiliation to break the jar and pour the perfume on His head, filling the room with a sweet fragrance. Nor were the whispers and open disdain around her enough to give her pause. Falling on her knees at His feet, Mary poured out her soul through her tears. With nothing but her hair for a towel, she gently wiped His feet dry. Her focus was on Jesus and nothing else; a demonstration of love from heart, mind, and soul. Such abandoned love shows what happens when externals cannot break through to disrupt a mind stayed on Jesus. Hers' was a blessing we miss as we muddle our lives with noise and clutter. We miss the glorious communion with the Lover of our souls.
To her, He was everything; to Him, she and we were worth the extravagant cost He was about to pay. He didn't consider the cost or the humiliation when He poured out His blood on Calvary--a sweet fragrance that fills us with unspeakable wonder that never loses its essence. Nor were the whispers and open disdain enough to give Him pause. With spikes through His hands, He gave His life willingly because of an all-consuming love that would not let go. And so, He poured out His life unto death that we might live. Oh, love so divine that it captured mine, and because He rose in triumph that Sunday morn, He saw the travail of His soul and was satisfied. Isaiah 53.
Mark 14:3-9
John 12:1-8
copyright 4/18/2014
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