Wednesday, May 30
I have an old shoe box. Packed away somewhere. Filled with
precious things. Love letters from my pre-wedding hubby. Old mementos. Probably
a pressed flower or two. And other things I don’t even remember. I haven’t seen
its contents in years.
Do you have a box like that? Is it filled with precious
keepsakes like secrets, baby shoes, love letters, awards?
We keep tokens like this because we value them, maybe not so
much for worldly value but for heartly
value.
We have all read or heard many times of the story of a box
(or jar) made of a highly esteemed stone, containing a prized ointment of great
monetary value.
Passover was near. Jesus was in Bethany, having dinner, and “there came unto Him a woman having an alabaster box of very
precious ointment, and poured it on His head as He sat at meat.” (Matt.
26:7 KJ21)
Such a touching and devoted gesture. An alabaster passion
box, full of an extremely valuable, perfumed oil of spikenard poured out on the
One she loved the most.
In regard to this, I wrote in a past post, Sweet Smell of Sacrifice http://bit.ly/f9B2kH ...
She lovingly poured it
upon Jesus’ head, and it likely trickled down His cheeks, seeped into His
beard, and gently dripped upon His shoulders, saturating His garment...
Don’t you know that
through the long hours of His agony in the garden, during His betrayal, in the
courtyard of His judgment before Caiaphas and Pilate, and until that garment
was removed, Jesus must have breathed in that sweet smell of sacrificial love
poured out upon Him, while this scripture likely echoed in His Spirit, “The
odor of your ointments is fragrant, your name is like perfume poured out.” (SOS
1:3 Amp)
As He probably did not
wash His hair, the fragrance clung to it. That sweet aroma must have wafted its
fragrance of love into His nostrils throughout His torment at the whipping post
and while hanging on the cross, more than likely thinking, “This is for all
those who will pour out their love on Me.”
But when she poured her fragrance of passion upon her
Beloved Lord, some of the disciples became indignant and asked, “Why was this
wasted?” (Matt. 26:8 NLV)
What would happen if we considered our heart as our
alabaster box?
What precious things fill your heart? Special memories of
love? Treasured moments with friends or loved ones? Encouraging words said to
you? Cherished times spent with the Lord?
Or maybe it is filled with bitter memories of anger, abuse,
addiction, or unforgiveness.
When you meet with your Beloved, to dine in His presence, to
sit at His feet and tell Him you love Him, what passion fragrance do you pour
out on Him?
Do you pour out the stench of whining, complaining, or
bitterness? As the disciples said, “What a waste!”
Or do you pour out that overflow of sweet-smelling love,
gratitude, and thanksgiving? Does your Beloved Lord receive it as He did the
loving gift of spikenard?
“Our lives are a
Christ-like fragrance rising up to God.”
(2 Cor. 2:15 NLT)
~Lord, may the contents of our alabaster hearts and lives be
poured out as a pleasing aroma in Your presence.
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