“Mary picked up an alabaster jar filled with nearly a liter of extremely rare and costly perfume—the purest extract of nard, and she anointed Jesus’ feet. Then she wiped them dry with her long hair. And the fragrance of the costly oil filled the house.”
John 12:3 TPT
Our worship is anticipated in heaven. There’s no Angel who qualifies to sing our songs. We are the redeemed children of God through Christ Jesus. We are heaven’s kiss and delight. The fragrance of our worship is like Mary’s alabaster jar filled with costly perfume. The aroma of which the heavens are filled when we worship Him. Adoration is more than words, it’s the melody of a heart set free. Mary’s gratitude for all her Lord had done for her was expressed not through songs, but by her actions. She spoke no words, but the fragrant, and pungent worship poured from the alabaster box took worship to another level.
The critics decried the waste, but Simon’s house never smelled better. As she poured her worship on our Lord, a fragrance Jesus would take with Him to the cross and eventually heaven, Jesus said we’d forever know what she did for Him. Pure worship is not easily forgotten. Even after Jesus and Mary left Simon’s house, worship lingered. Whenever we break our alabaster boxes, heaven is filled with the fragrance of our worship. Angels step aside whenever we offer, sometimes through our tears, gratitude and thanksgiving for all He has done for us. Pure and lasting worship is soaked with thanksgiving. We can never worship Jesus without hearts of gratitude. Ponder these words from “I Hear His Whisper”-
Your worship is your kiss to Me. Your deepest affection. Never withhold what I treasure most: your kiss, your voice, your songs of adoration. For these are My reward. Your worship is specially perfumed to bring Me delight. As it rises from your heart, I carry it to My throne-such a beautiful offering of love.😢
So don’t hold back your worship. Be extravagant with it. Fill the heavens with a fragrance exclusively yours. No one in that room understood Mary’s tears, nor could they fathom her sacrifice. But the One who was the object of her worship did. They couldn’t sing her song. They hadn’t met Him as Lord. They hadn’t experienced His love and forgiveness. She was vulnerable and unashamed. She gave her all, the only thing of value to her. But it wasn’t about the spikenard, it wasn’t about the cost. It was about her kiss. Love unrestrained, she saw no one else in that room. Why? She had come to worship.
Written by permission of the Holy Spirit
W. Tennant
December 20, 2021
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