“She has done a beautiful thing.” – Mark 14:6 (Mark 14:1-9)
Two days be fer tha Passover, tha Son went ter tha home of Simon tha Leper. As ya well know, lepers be tha sort of folks ya wish ter avoid least ya get what they got. Only tha Son whar not worried ’bout catching leprosy. No, he be thar ter relax and teach and reveal tha hearts of folks.
A woman came in with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, made of pure nard. She broke tha jar and poured tha perfume on tha Son’s head. Right off some in tha room, probably some of his own disciples, behaved rudely ter tha woman. They took affront and rebuked her harshly. “Why that perfume could have been sold for more than a year’s wages,” one said, “and the money given to the poor.”
That be true enough; tha poor would ‘ave benefited from such a generous act of kindness. Only think on this a wee little bit. Pride be an attempt ter make ourself a little god, ter decide what be tha morally right thing ter do. Ah good many ‘ill spout how they stand with tha poor, want justice fer all, want recompense fer past grievances done ter others. All this might sound noble, perhaps even a thing of which Skipper might approve. Only tha Son sees things in a different light: and that light reveals our hearts and true motives.
“She has done a beautiful thing to me,” tha Son said. “She did what she could. She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare my body for burial.”
When we give all we possess back ter tha Son, that be a beautiful act. When we do all that we kin fer him, that be a beautiful act. When we pour out ourselves fer him, we be preparing ourselves fer burial with tha Son.
At tha conclusion of the matter tha Son said, “Truly I tell you, wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world, what this woman has done will also be told, in memory of her.”
Helping folks and feeding tha poor ought ter be in response ter tha nudging of Skipper’s Holy Ghost of Truth, not simply a thing done out of duty. When we give our all ter him, he will call us ter give ourselves fer others. Only make it yer task ter keep tha order of giving in tha correct sequence: Skipper first, tha Son second, folks third.
Tha Son be our Bride. Let us be about tha business of loving him with all our heart, mind, soul, and strength. Do that and we kin rightly love others in tha same way we might wish ter be loved.