1Six days before Passover Jesus went back to Bethany, where he had raised Lazarus from death. 2A meal had been prepared for Jesus. Martha was doing the serving, and Lazarus himself was there.
3Mary took a very expensive bottle of perfume and poured it on Jesus’ feet. She wiped them with her hair, and the sweet smell of the perfume filled the house. 4A disciple named Judas Iscariot was there. He was the one who was going to betray Jesus, and he asked, 5“Why wasn’t this perfume sold for three hundred silver coins and the money given to the poor?” 6Judas did not really care about the poor. He asked this because he carried the moneybag and sometimes would steal from it. 7Jesus replied, “Leave her alone! She has kept this perfume for the day of my burial. 8You will always have the poor with you, but you won’t always have me.”
A Plot To Kill Lazarus
9A lot of people came when they heard that Jesus was there. They also wanted to see Lazarus, because Jesus had raised him from death. 10So the chief priests made plans to kill Lazarus. 11He was the reason that many of the Jewish leaders were turning from them and putting their faith in Jesus.
Jesus is here. It’s almost Passover, the time when we remember God coming to rescue his people from the mess they were in. He’s come for a meal. Martha is serving it – isn’t she always. She shows her love and care by doing things.
I wanted to do something for Jesus, something to show him how special I think he is.
I’ve got this lovely bottle of perfume. Special it is, I’ve been saving it for the right occasion. And do you know what? I’ve decided this is it. Who better to share it with than Jesus.
But I’m not just going to give him a splash, a quick squirt on his wrist. Oh no, Jesus deserves something far more extravagant.
And so that’s what happened. I just couldn’t help myself. When I thought about Jesus and all he meant to me I had to pour it all out, every last drop. Then I wiped them with my hair – my precious hair! How else could I show him how much I appreciated what he was, all that he had done – for my family, for us all… I just needed to make some kind of gesture, an offering to Jesus. This is what I had and I gave it.
Judas isn’t happy though, I can tell you. He’s moaning about the waste of money.
Doesn’t he get it? Has he never felt such passion that he just has to try to show it somehow? Does he have no feeling of how special Jesus is? I just had to do something, and if he can’t grasp that, I feel sorry for him. He has been in the presence of Jesus all this time, yet he doesn’t understand that I need to pour yourself out in offering to him.
I bring my offering to you,
pour out my life before you.
I worship at your feet
and bring my thanks,
But then Jesus said something really weird. He started talking about his burial. He said we wouldn’t always have him there? I wonder what that’s all about?…