Six days before Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, home of Lazarus, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Lazarus and his sisters hosted a dinner for him. Martha served and Lazarus was among those who joined him at the table. Then Mary took an extraordinary amount, almost three-quarters of a pound, of very expensive perfume made of pure nard. She anointed Jesus’ feet with it, then wiped his feet dry with her hair. The house was filled with the aroma of the perfume. Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (the one who was about to betray him), complained, “This perfume was worth a year’s wages! Why wasn’t it sold and the money given to the poor?” (He said this not because he cared about the poor but because he was a thief. He carried the money bag and would take what was in it.) Then Jesus said, “Leave her alone. This perfume was to be used in preparation for my burial, and this is how she has used it. You will always have the poor among you, but you won’t always have me.”
Food For Thought:
“Christ died once, and was buried once, and nevertheless He wills that ointment should daily be poured on his feet. What, then, are those feet of Christ on which we pour ointment? The feet of Christ are they of whom He Himself says; ‘What ye have done to one of the least of these ye have done to Me.’ These feet that woman in the gospel refreshes, these feet she bedews with her tears; when sin is forgiven to the lowliest, guilt is washed away, and pardon granted. These feet he kisses, who loves even the lowest of the holy people. These feet he anoints with ointment, who imparts the kindness of his gentleness even to the weaker. In these the martyrs, in these the apostles, in these the Lord Jesus Himself declares that He is honoured.” – From “Letter41” by Saint Ambrose
Christ, I long to make each day of my life a pouring of ointment over your feet. Open my eyes to the ways I can serve you, adore you, worship you and put you ahead of all else. You deserve all of my honor and worship. Amen.