The strong fragrance of the perfume wafted from the booths as our traveler passed by. The scent was so strong it blotted out everything else. On a table he saw a beautifully handcrafted bottle and lifted the dropper. The scent was lovely.
The seller smiled at our traveler. “Do you like it? It is one of our rarest and most expensive blends.”
Our traveler nodded, “I have never met it’s equal. At its price though, in this area, you nust not sell many bottles.”
“That’s what you think.” The seller snorted, “Why, just the other day a young woman came and bought an entire bottle, just to wash a man’s feet.”
Our traveler was instantly interested, “a man’s feet you say? Do you know who?”
“Buy a bottle and I may tell you.” The seller countered.
“A small one then. Please, tell me what you know.”
John 12:1-8 ESV
[1] Six days before the Passover, Jesus therefore came to Bethany, where Lazarus was, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. [2] So they gave a dinner for him there. Martha served, and Lazarus was one of those reclining with him at table. [3] Mary therefore took a pound of expensive ointment made from pure nard, and anointed the feet of Jesus and wiped his feet with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. [4] But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (he who was about to betray him), said, [5] “Why was this ointment not sold for three hundred denarii and given to the poor?” [6] He said this, not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief, and having charge of the moneybag he used to help himself to what was put into it. [7] Jesus said, “Leave her alone, so that she may keep it for the day of my burial. [8] For the poor you always have with you, but you do not always have me.”
The seller wrapped the perfume and handed it to our traveler. “It’s an odd tale isn’t it?” She asked as our traveler paid her.
“It would be, if I did not know the man for which this was done. I worry about what it might mean.”
“I doubt it means anything. The wealthy have odd tastes of amusement.”
“Perhaps.” Our traveler stated and walked away.
You and I know the significance of Mary washing Jesus’s feet with the perfume. She was symbolically preparing His body for His death to come. However, imagine being a person living nearby at the time. It would sound the eccentric act of a wealthy group of friends. Judas would certainly not have been the only one who scoffed at this. Yet Mary, who chose to listen at the feet of the Savior, and learn all He had to teach, somehow in her heart she knew something was going to happen and she chose to forsake her money, Enough for a man’s wages for a full year, and to wash the feet of her Savior with her hair. It was a gesture of full humility and love, and we can tell from what Jesus said that He was moved by her actions.
What are we willing to pour out at the feet of Jesus? Dreams? Desires? Needs? Wants? Hopes? Security? What is worth an entire year’s wages to us, that we are willing to pour out on the feet of Jesus?
The best part of it is that when we pour out our silly earthly trinkets, Jesus blesses us with His gifts. His gifts of peace and joy. These thing will only bring us pleasure for a day. Jesus will bring us hope for eternity.
