When Mary of Bethany poured ointment on Christâ€™s feet, anointing Him for His imminent burial, she said â€œyesâ€ to the cross. Her gift said â€œyesâ€ to the prophecies, â€œyesâ€ to the miracles, â€œyesâ€ to the suffering, â€œyesâ€ to the redemption, â€œyesâ€ to Jesus Christ of Nazareth â€“ our ransom from Heaven.
In her actions, she was saying, â€œItâ€™s okay that things will never be the same again.â€
The breaking open of the bottle must have resonated with the breaking open of her heart, as she, in faith, sacrificed her perception of a safe reality and her preferred script for the future, so that Christ would amaze her with His.
Her gift anticipated His future â€“ not hers.
(â€™Though her future was wrapped securely in His.)
Her gift answered His desires â€“ not hers.
(â€™Though her deepest longings would be met in Him.)
Her gift magnified His glory â€“ not hers.
(â€™Though she became beautiful through Him.)
Her gift blessed His heart.
(And hers, more than she could have known.)
I often wonder if I have the courage and faith to give a similar gift.
Am I too snuggled into this world to anticipate another one?
Am I too numb about suffering to desire peace?
Am I too content with my fallen nature to desire His divine nature?
Am I clinging to my earthly treasures so tightly that I cannot lavish them on my Savior?
May I give to Christ the gifts that say â€œyesâ€ to His future, His desires, His glory, and His heart.
May my finest gift be, â€œCome, Lord Jesus, come!â€