This woman with the jar of perfume. I don’t even know her name, but I am thankful for her silent example of love. She took what others perceived as precious, broke it, and poured it out for the Lord. The disciples rebuked her harshly, but in the Lord, she stands.
Father, I read of servants in your story. The bits and pieces of service jump out at me and I sit savoring this, dually convicted and encouraged:
Who are you to judge someone else’s servant? To their own master, servants stand or fall. And they will stand, for the Lord is able to make them stand. Romans 14:4 (NIV)
I pray that I would not underestimate the reach of your grace.