This little story is a repost of something I wrote last year during Lent. Enjoy.
This morning as I read Mark 14, trying to prepare myself in this journey of Lent, I broke down and wept as I reached these words of Jesus in 14:6;
"Leave her alone. Why are you bothering her? She has done a beautiful thing to me."
She became real to me. Here is her story:
"Where is He? Where is my Lord? I must find Him. I love Him! I love Him! It is nearly the Passover and the throngs of pilgrims will soon swarm into our city. How will I find my Lord then? I am weary of searching and my legs are so tired of walking, but I have seen Him in this neighborhood---ahh! I hear His voice! It is the home of Simon the Leper.
I stop and consider what I am about to do. Then I break through my fear and I run beyond reason, uninvited, into this place where I know I will find Him.
My presence is shocking.
There are only men reclining at the table. I am a woman. I am not supposed to be here, yet my passion fuels me. I run to Him. I am still carrying the heavy jar--the jar that is His--the jar that must be broken for Him.
I reach Him and I am weeping. I break the precious jar and pour the costly perfume--the ointment of nard--upon His head--His beautiful head--and my love pours out and scatters around Him like the shards of alabaster that are everywhere.
He is pleased! I have pleased my Lord! In His eyes I see the forgiveness and the love and the peace that paralyzed me at first and comforts me now.
In the background, I hear the other men call me "Wasteful!" and "Foolish!" and "Stupid!"
But Jesus--my Lord--my Love--Jesus calls me "Beautiful."
"I tell you the truth, wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her."