One of the women in the Bible I admire most is a woman whose lifestyle is so diametrically opposed to mine. Hard as I try I cannot imagine her struggle before she barged in that room where Jesus was; she brought expensive perfume that she could not afford and poured it all over His feet. [The disciples saw this and were indignant. Why this waste?]
I’m sure Jesus would still accept her if she was frugal about her surrender. But there’s a holiness around giving up that I still cannot find words for. Spectators can’t understand the lavishness because they cannot see what God sees. [Why would you give up that relationship / career / dream / material thing to be closer to God? Why this waste?]
There’s an exclusivity in your relationship with God that is not accessible to anybody else. A part of your heart not accessible to anyone else. This is where surrender happens, where repentance happens, and where Christ meets us with love and forgiveness that makes us cry all over His feet, our hair wiping the tears away.
Oh, what a beautiful “waste” of my heart. Whatever we entrust to Christ, He guards and sanctifies.
In Matthew 26 – Jesus said, “she has done a beautiful thing to me. The poor you will always have with you, but you will not always have me… I tell you, wherever this gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her.”
I know about the parts of our life that come between us and the Lord, and giving them up sounds like death. “I cannot live without this”, you say, with a vise-like grip over something God is asking you to let go. I’ve been there.
I think about Jesus and all He has done for me, and His kindness and loveliness brings me to the conclusion that all I have that’s remotely of any worth is less than what He deserves.
Let go to let Jesus in.
I hope today is a day for you – and me – to do a beautiful thing to Jesus.