"While He was in Bethany at the home of Simon the leper, and reclining at the table, there came a woman with an alabaster vial of very costly perfume of pure nard; and she broke the vial and poured it over His head. But some were indignantly remarking to one another, "Why has this perfume been wasted? For this perfume might have been sold for over three hundred denarii, and the money given to the poor." And they were scolding her. But Jesus said, "Let her alone; why do you bother her? She has done a good deed to Me. For you always have the poor with you, and whenever you wish you can do good to them; but you do not always have Me. She has done what she could; she has anointed My body beforehand for the burial. Truly I say to you, wherever the gospel is preached in the whole world, what this woman has done will also be spoken of in memory of her."" (Mark 14:3-9 NASB)
There are stories from the Bible we could perfectly tell on cue, so familiar with them we are. The above scripture is one of those for me. And then a new day dawns and another layer is pealed back, new applications sting with Heaven's challenges in this Christian life.
This morning I read these verses about the woman who anointed Jesus' body with very costly perfume. And I thought to myself, "Do I give generously to Christ, by giving to others because I am His disciple?"
My first response was "Yes, hello... I'm a Mom!" And then I felt an immediate prick as I thought the words "but do I pour our my sacrifice joyfully, thankfully?"
And I thought of the verse "let your light so shine before man, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in Heaven!"
As I sacrifice, pouring out all of my resources in service to the little recipients within our home, am I doing so as unto The Lord? Is my light shining?
"Do everything without complaining or grumbling, that you may become blameless and pure children of God."
Do I look like the child of God that I already am? Is my light shining? Is my sacrifice of costly perfume fragrant? Does the aroma rise Heavenward toward the One who gave all He had for the Salvation of our souls? And does the aroma waft through our home and into the nostrils or our little ones, my husband, our neighbors, and those in need of Jesus all around us every day?
How sweet is my sacrifice?
"That they may see your good works and glorify our father in Heaven."
This morning after I took my shower I stood before my mirror applying a battery of moisturizing arsenal. After soothing my pricey eye cream into the fine lines around my aging eyes I applied a bit more to my upper lip where little wrinkles have started forming. I pursed my lips and watched the lines sink deeper still.
30 years ago, when smoking was all the rage, ladies called these lines "smoker's lips." In our mothering generation I've heard them referred to as water bottle lines. We carry around our water bottles, pursing our lips to take sips all day long. But I wonder, sadly, should we call these new wrinkles "disgruntled mother lines?" Have you ever caught your reflection in the rearview mirror of your car, or a window in your home? Pursed lips, unwelcoming eyes, the proof that your sacrifice has cost you your joy and your love...
Has your sacrifice lost it's fragrant aroma?
I want joyful laugh lines framing my eyes and crowning my lips. O how sweet it should be, to pour out our lives, our love in a display of the most costly sacrifice. As unto the Lord Himself. How very sweet it should be.
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