She approached with trembling, the costly ointment cupped in her outstretched hands. Was she worried if she was being imprudent? Fearful of what everyone would think? No matter. She came to the one she loved and poured out every drop.
Maybe the woman with the jar of perfume is you. You’re so spent and you wonder if anyone ever sees any of your acts of self-gift or your desperate attempts to persevere, these millions of fiats and struggles that make up your day – He has said that wherever his story is told, this act of love will be remembered.
Maybe you’re this woman, trembling on the threshold of the room; wondering as your hand hovers over the jar in the store. You have that desire to do one thing more or make one more sacrifice, but maybe that’s just unrealistic – let the tug on that divine thread to your heart pull you into deeper love.
Maybe you’re just the observer today: trying to accompany the Messiah; judging others’ sacrifices even when you don’t intend to; completely lost at what’s happening in this moment in your life but – you’re still in the room with your Lord. Hang on – the revelation and the call will not disappoint.
This is Holy Week. There’s no requirements and no restrictions – everyone is meant to be here. Don’t put expectations on the days; don’t crucify yourself, don’t look down – look up. Grace is everywhere! See who you are; be who you are meant to be; bring your jar, whatever is inside, and just gaze at the heart who loves you most.
bring your jar, whatever is inside, and just gaze at the heart who loves you most…
short and sweet