She Honored Him


She took her expensive ointment made from pure nard, anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair.

I'm not sure how she came about possessing such expensive oil, and who knows if she used it to clean her skin, maybe she had the perfect complexion, or perhaps she loved the aromatic benefits of relaxation and an uplifted mood.

Regardless of why she owned it or how she typically used it, what matters is that she recognized the opportunity to show honor where honor was due, and she lavishly loved on Jesus with tender gratitude.

The greedy onlooker gasped in frustration that such an expensive oil ran out onto the feet and floor, after all, it could've been sold for a pretty penny. As I try to place myself in her shoes, I have to ask myself if I recognize when honor is due, or do I greedily and selfishly think about all the things that don't really matter in the moment.

I'll be honest, I've been known to opt out of adventures because "It's a good hair day." My vanity often overrides an opportunity to press into the moment and experience the goodness of what God has for me.

And the thought of drying off with hair makes me cringe so quickly that my vision becomes clouded and I can't get beyond my preferences to even see that life isn't about me in these moments.

This #goodfriday I want to be fully present, with eyes wide open to see and surrender at each opportunity … to appreciate this life exactly how it is, with a heart of tender gratitude and joy, where all my preferences dim in the light of the Risen One who calls me to offer a sacrifice of praise.