(“where the gospel is preached, what she has done will be told “)
Lady who broke the alabaster jar
did you know you would be remembered?
Did you know you would become the standard?
Was the symbolism planned?
Did it just flow from a spontaneous act of love & devotion?
What’s that? Less of the mind and more of the heart.
That’s why you can reach out across time and speak
to those who will listen. I’m listening.
Praying I am given ears to hear and understand.
You tell me I am an earthen vessel and like the jar must be broken.
Only then can the good inside flow out and be refilled, purified.
But I hesitate to empty out the last portion.
A big man attired in his sturdy amour enters my thoughts,
His name is caution, seizing the opportunity,
he takes control, his advise is simple, hold back.
He orders “Save the jar, surely that amount is sufficient.”
Soft sweet hands caress my face
Blessed lips whisper in my ear
Just one word, “break”.
Softly, I protest, I have loved before and been betrayed.
Caution speaks up,
“should he expose his neck to the ax and the wolf.”
His shell is a shield, he is not hiding, it is self- defense I tell you.
It does not keep good in; it keeps the bad out.
His scars are proof that the fears are real and they do cut,
Some are deep, the wounds heal some, remain some.
Then that feminine loving voice speaks again.
She does not refute Caution’s contentions or address my doubts.
Look at me! is all she says.
Looking into her eyes my mind was consumed with images of her.
Breaking the alabaster jar, the anointing nard running through his hair, preparing his feet.
I become confused are those her tears or mine, maybe his?
I see this soft, smooth hair with a wild, natural edge to it,
begin to wipe his feet.
The scorn of the onlookers cannot penetrate her hearing.
The senses often follow the heart and hers is fixed.
Caution’s husky voice brings me back to reality.
He has said his piece and walks out.
I watch him walk away,
his amour turns into a finely tailored suit,
his horse a Maserati.
Without wealth, I still face the rich man’s choice.
Engulfed by a sense of emptiness
I notice her touch has been removed
She smiles and turns, pausing she extends her hand.
If I take It, I will never be here again,
I will be vulnerable again.
Risking disappointments and pain
and yes, the joys and faith of a child
Help me choose wisely.
lady and the Jar -Mathew 26:6-14, Mark 14:3-9, John 12:1-8, Luke 7:36-50
Rich man -Mark10: 17-31, Luke 18:22, Matthew 19:21
In writing this my goal was to reflect the larger picture that the biblical accounts surrounding this Lady and Jar meant to me. There are many sermons that accent different parts of these accounts the vast majority of which I have never heard. There is so much packed in an economy of words in these accounts that I chose to make passing reference to some and by in large spend my time on the act itself and the choice demonstrated and implied. There are reasons to believe that not all the accounts (especially Luke) refer to the same incident or Lady. These are issues I did not concern myself with. I believe sometimes we don’t read close enough or spend the time it takes to learn sufficient context to get the big picture. Often there is more than one important lesson. Conversely, the other camp sometimes gets so wrapped up in details they fail to see the forest for the trees. I spend my fair share of time in both. I am more of a question than answer guy.