A prostitute poured out a years wages on a man’s feet.
This was a lavish display of love and affection, toward someone who might very well reject her.
This man was Jesus, and this woman offered everything she had to him in what appeared to be an almost unnecessarily wasteful way: anointing him with extravagant perfume.
“The money should have been given to the poor.” one man said.
But Jesus defended her and said:
“I tell you, her sins—and they are many—have been forgiven, so she has shown me much love. But a person who is forgiven little shows only little love.”
Lavish, extravagant, reckless love from a woman who knows the grace of God all too well.
In my husband’s message this last week at church, he asked something that has haunted me all week.
“Are you building your life with no expense spared?”.
The material we use for our life, are they righteous things that will stand the test of time?
1 Corinthians 3:12-15 talks about what we build on our foundation of Jesus Christ.
Anyone who builds on that foundation may use a variety of materials—gold, silver, jewels, wood, hay, or straw. But on the judgment day, fire will reveal what kind of work each builder has done. The fire will show if a person’s work has any value. If the work survives, that builder will receive a reward. But if the work is burned up, the builder will suffer great loss. The builder will be saved, but like someone barely escaping through a wall of flames.
Is your life a lavish display of love for the Lord?
Like a storm-tossed ship, these questions have been going around in my mind since Sunday.
What does this lavish love life look like?
This week it looked like leaving my kitchen messier longer than I wanted in order to spend time with someone who needed my time.
It looked like confession, apologies, tears, late nights, early mornings, baring my soul when I didn’t want to and pushing my body beyond what I thought it could do.
And there were other ways it should have looked like, that I didn’t follow through on. Times when I cheaped out and built with hay or straw. Situations where I took the easy way out.
I don’t say that to sound discouraged or hard on myself, but the reality is we have one life. One allotment of days to work with, and once it’s gone, the impact that I have made on the world has finished.
Then I get to be in the eternal rest of heaven.
It’s about responding to the call to pour out my life as simply a beautiful fragrance to the Lord.
It looks like a renewed call to holiness. It’s saying yes to loving God greatly, deeply and passionately, and saying no to the things that breed apathy in my life.
It looks like intentionality with my kids, my husband, my friendships, my ministry, my writing and my worship.
I’m recommitting to building with beautiful materials, will you join me? Courage is required.