What is it?
My final straw?
The line I draw that cannot be crossed?
And Why?
This morning when I read a familiar story in Matthew 26, it set me to wondering about my line in the sand, my perfume.
Matthew tells of a woman who poured “very expensive perfume” on the head of Jesus. The outraged disciples muttered among themselves saying,”That’s criminal! This could have been sold for a lot and the money handed out to the poor.”
Jesus knew what was going on and said,”Why are you giving this woman a hard time? She has done something wonderfully significant for me. You will have the poor with you every day for the rest of your lives, but not me.”
The line in the sand…
The last straw…
The priceless perfume…
“That is when one of the Twelve named Judas Iscariot, went to the cabal of high priests and said,”What will you give me if I hand him over to you?”
What’s my last straw?
Or…
What’s my perfume?
That something spontaneously done, nudged by God’s Spirit? Something wonderfully significant so that someone may experience, as I have, the unforgettable scent of lavish grace?
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Like the Martha and Mary story…
I’ve been reflecting on this – “Something wonderfully significant so that someone may experience, as I have, the unforgettable scent of lavish grace?” – It can be pretty small can’t it? Like making a meal for someone going through a hard time; watching a young mom’s baby so she can get a much needed nap when her husband is away; writing an encouraging note, or txt, or email; visiting your elderly neighbor and just … visiting because she’s lonely and loves the company; and, of course, praying! Jesus said whatever you do for the least of these you do for Me. Sometimes I think these things don’t have an real significance – but Jesus can make them significant can’t He?! PS – I know I’ve told you, but your notes and gifts to Sherri after her accident were incredibly meaningful and absolutely wonderfully significant. Love you.
Like your hugs, and warm hands clasping mine, your “I know” gazes and smiles, words of encouragement and humor, and your warm and comforting presence at my farewells– the “unforgettable scent of lavish grace”. Thank you, Jan! Much love…