While the king was at his table,
My perfume (spikenard) gave forth its fragrance.
(Song of Songs 1:12 NASB)
I don’t know about you, but when I read this line I cannot help but think of the woman – Mary – who crashed the Pharisee’s party and washed Jesus feet with her tears, and dried them with her hair, and then broke open her alabaster box of ointment and lavished it on the Saviors feet.
Mary therefore took a pound of very costly perfume of pure nard, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped His feet with her hair; and the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. (John 12:3 NASB)
I know that there are markers in each account that might make them seem like more than one story, but I choose to blend them into one telling.
The story of Mary washing Jesus’ feet is the essence of the transformed life.
Mary has a history, probably a woman of the night, demon possessed, and given over to sin. She may well have been the woman caught in adultery.
But there is more to her history than her past. (I like the sound of that) [Tweet This]
She was forgiven! Her past sins were unwritten, blotted out.
Those in the room with her could not see it. They still saw the loose woman.
But that woman no longer existed.
Now, in the shell that used to hold a whore, there was a worshiper.
The heart that used to shut down for a one night stand, was now a heart that poured out a life savings, wasted, squandered, lavished upon the feet of one man, her heart forever His.
Have you known this transformation?
Do you know this love?
Throw yourself at the feet of Jesus and hear those words whispered to your heart – Your sins are forgiven, go and sin no more.
See you next week.
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