What is it?
My final straw?
The line I draw that cannot be crossed?
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?
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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