And while he was at Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, as he was reclining at table, a woman came with an alabaster flask of ointment of pure nard, very costly, and she broke the flask and poured it over his head.
A woman of ill repute pours out her love on Jesus. She truly cherished and valued the gift of his presence.
There were some who said to themselves indignantly, “Why was the ointment wasted like that? For this ointment could have been sold for more than three hundred denarii and given to the poor.” And they scolded her.
Nearsighted, selfish men rebuke her actions. They hide behind the purest motives they can think of–support the poor. But when in the presence of the son of God, there is no more holy action than wholeheartedly worshipping him.
But Jesus said, “Leave her alone. Why do you trouble her? She has done a beautiful thing to me. For you always have the poor with you, and whenever you want, you can do good for them. But you will not always have me. She has done what she could; she has anointed my body beforehand for burial. And truly, I say to you, wherever the gospel is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in memory of her.”
The words of Jesus came to pass–this woman’s actions have been written into the death and sacrifice of Christ. He died and rose again and is on earth no more. But still, we have the poor. Reading these words made me stop and think –who are the poor in my life? Who is left behind for me to serve for Christ?
Let not the actions of a humble woman and the words of Christ be void.
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Sometimes I get caught up in the busy-ness of service so much so that I don’t seem to have time to just delight in worshiping Christ. I will remember today to just love Him in song, with heart, and with praises. He deserves that attention, always!