Matthew 26: 6-13 (NKJV)
6 And when Jesus was in Bethany at the house of Simon the leper, 7 a woman came to Him having an alabaster flask of very costly fragrant oil, and she poured it on His head as He sat at the table. 8 But when His disciples saw it, they were indignant, saying, “Why this waste? 9 For this fragrant oil might have been sold for much and given to the poor.”
10 But when Jesus was aware of it, He said to them, “Why do you trouble the woman? For she has done a good work for Me. 11 For you have the poor with you always, but Me you do not have always. 12 For in pouring this fragrant oil on My body, she did it for My burial. 13 Assuredly, I say to you, wherever this gospel is preached in the whole world, what this woman has done will also be told as a memorial to her.”
Mark 14:4-6 (NIV)
4Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another, “Why this waste of perfume? 5It could have been sold for more than a year’s wages and the money given to the poor.” And they rebuked her harshly. 6“Leave her alone,” said Jesus. “Why are you bothering her? She has done a beautiful thing to me.”
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I wanted to talk a little bit about the name of this blog, “a beautiful waste.” This encounter with Mary of Bethany is one of my top favs, ah I just love Mary of Bethany. I havent gone super in depth into this but I can give a pretty general background of the scene. Basically Jesus is just days away from going to the cross…buuuuut nobody gets it really. In the first verses of Matthew 16 Jesus has just told His best friends that He is gooooiiiiing to be cruuuciiifiieeed. But it kinda seems like it’s not really clicking with them, and to be honest if I were in their shoes, all I’m sayin is after everything Jesus talked about in the 3 chapters before this, my head would be spinnin off the charts. But then there’s one. Not one of His disciples, not one of His buddies whose been trackin with Him for three years, but a young girl by the name of Mary who just loved to listen to Jesus talk, somehow she understands what’s about to happen to the Son of Man.
I love trying to picture stuff in the Bible actually happening, because it did
. Sometimes I forget that these were real people with real personalities and thoughts, not some characters some guy made up just for kicks. So when I look at Mary here I like to imagine being a fly on the wall as I try to wrap my head around the movements of her heart.
Before this whole encounter, in Luke we find Mary doing what Jesus called the “one thing that was needed,” sitting at His feet and hearing His word. There was something about this Man that ignited the heart of this young girl. I imagine she felt the same way the officers in John 7 felt when they said “No man ever spoke like this Man!” She never heard anyone speak words that affected her so much and all she could do was listen. Mary captured the secret of simply “being” with Jesus and it’s so beautiful.
As she knows the time is drawing near for Jesus to get crucified I can just imagine her planning out what she was going to do here in Matthew 26. She had to do something for Him. I can just imagine her a week or so before this time being in her room, thinking about this Man, desiring to pour out all that she had upon Him and then…she sees it. That alabaster flask. I’ve heard a couple teachings that have said that this flask with the fragrant oil that she had was probably an inheritance she received that was worth an immense amount of money…basically this was all this girl had to live off of for the rest of her life but she knows exactly what she’s going to do with it. She knows He’s going to be put to death soon and she wants to do something for Him that is an expression of her heart for Him, to give Him a gift that costs her.
So she does the unTHINKable! Everyone’s gathered around, enjoying one another, having a nice meal and Mary walks into the room and pours the alabaster flask on Jesus. In John 12 we get a little more info, and Mary is described as annointing the feet of Jesus and wiping His feet with her hair. The next thing we hear are the accusations. But you know what we dont hear? Mary. She doesnt say a word. Not one word. That just blows my mind! She is untouched by the accusations of those around her. She just stays at His feet, just stays there and worships Him.
They ask, “Why this waste?” You can just feel the cutting edge of those words. But Jesus is completely engaged with what is going on in the heart of this young girl and what she is doing for Him. And He is so touched that He declares that her story is going to be told wherever the gospel is preached. To Jesus it was a beautiful waste. When she took that alabaster flask and poured it out on Him she was declaring, “Here is everything I have, my life, my source, but I’m giving it to you. I’ve kept this everyday for your burial, knowing where you were going and I want you to have this because you are so deserving of it.” What a statement. I can’t even fathom it really. All I know is that every time I read this it does something to my heart and gets more beautiful every time.
So in my alabaster flask, I’m placing everything. My future, my knowledge, my talents, my own desires and plans, relationships, my heart, soul, mind and strength, everything…and I’m breaking it over this Man. I think of Misty Edward’s song that goes “I want to waste my life/to search You out” That’s my life vision. He is my life vision. More than what the world deems as successful, more than a crazy ministry. I want my life vision to always be being a friend of Jesus as Mary was and growing in the knowledge and revelation of who He is. And even though people may look and say, “you’re wasting you’re time,” it doesn’t matter. It’s a beautiful waste and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
I like to think He was strengthened by the scent her/humanities love for Him, the scent of the fragrant oil all the way to His death as He carried the cross. She was anointing Him for His burial.
Okay, so this might sound creepy and a little stalker-ish, but definitely not my intention when I stumbled on your blog! Hear me out.
So I was at our church’s weekly prayer meeting a couple weeks ago, when I felt God asking me if I was ready to fully commit the next two months to Him, regardless of what that might look like (as a teacher, I get the summer off). I had the sneaking suspicion that He had something not-so-comfortable up His sleeve for me, but when He calls, the only wise thing to do is listen, right? So I hesitantly say, “okay,” and literally, the next thing I know, the worship leader at our church is asking me to speak at our upcoming worship night, happening this week – something I’ve never done before (I’m used to much smaller settings).
So, I started seeking God on what to talk about, and during service this Sunday, I felt God prompting me to answer the questions, “Why worship? And, specifically, why songs?” So last night, to get some perspective, I decided to Google this question, and I came across your “Worship Through Song & Music” post (I had Googled “Worship through song”). As I read your post, I couldn’t help but notice how similar your thought process and convictions are to mine, and it got me curious, so I read on, only to be amazed at how parallel some of our God-lessons and experiences seem to have been.
Here’s a sampling: I started a girls’ Bible study when I was 19 and spent the whole first year without being able to leave the topic of love – the reality of God’s love for us and how all our actions stem from our conviction of it and our response to it; God’s been challenging me to be a Jonathan in my current relationships; I’ve recently been introduced to Mike Bickle and IHOP, and have just about finished reading “Growing in the Prophetic”, whose principles really echo my heart in so many ways; I absolutely LOVE sharing links and resources of things I find useful (maybe that’s the teacher in me); and God is also sending me off on an adventure in a couple months’ time, involving relocation to another continent for at least a good 7 months.
All this was well and good, but I had been planning on leaving it at that, since I’m a lazy writer and don’t typically leave blog comments, especially on the page of a complete stranger =p
But here’s the kicker: all day today, the chorus to “Come Away” has been playing in my head (it also happens to be the first song scheduled for our worship night), and when I was having my devotions tonight, I felt like I really should touch base with you, even if it’s just to encourage you to keep running the race with the passion and authenticity I’ve seen in your posts. So, I figured before I commented (me procrastinating), I might as well find out how you came to arrive at Ellensburg – and, lo and behold, what do I find, but the lyrics to the “Come Away” chorus to cap off your Ellensburg explanation. Crazy.
Sooooo.. I don’t exactly know what to do with this except to point out that the connections are crazy… and that perhaps we should get connected somehow?