It’s Friday, as if you needed to be told, and on Fridays, the writer in me glories in taking five minutes just to be free. To write on the prompt provided by my friend, the Gypsy Mama, no take-backs. This week her one word: GIFT. So here we go:
The gift came from her heart. This alabaster box of ointment. Perhaps the most expensive in the land.
Lazarus had been raised from the dead. Can you imagine witnessing that miracle? Jesus had commanded death to cease and life to renew through the human body of a man! What an incredible vision to those who had the privilege of viewing!
Blessed Mary was one of those who saw this event and it illuminated her heart and mind, as Lazarus was her precious brother. As she pondered over that beautiful moment of seeing her brother alive again, the thought of anointing Jesus with the oil began to form. The thought transformed to action and on the next visit from Jesus, Mary poured the entire pound of spikenard on him and used her hair to soak up the excess from his skin. This act was very expensive and even brought controversy from one of the disciples who disagreed with the “waste” of the money.
The entire house was filled with the beautiful scent of that expensive oil.
What a gift Mary gave to Jesus. Not just the gift of the ointment, though that was costly. The gift of service.
The gift of identifying Who Jesus really is and serving Him with her whole heart.
As the ointment lingered in the air, so did Mary’s testimony of devotion. I just wonder if the smell of my testimony is strong enough to fill the house. Is it so easily identified as a display of the love of Christ?
Are you giving the gift?