I cannot leave the gospel. My fingers flip pages and my eyes scan words and stories and always I am drawn back. I am searching for the heart of the One I love and He keeps bringing me back to the beginning. This is my journey. My story. Good news hammering against the rocks.
“Leave her alone,” said Jesus, and the hammer came down, making my breath catch.
“While He was in Bethany, reclining at the table in the home of a man known as Simon the Leper, a woman came with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, made of pure nard. She broke the jar and poured the perfume on His head.
Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another, “Why this waste of perfume? It could have been sold for more than a year’s wages and the money given to the poor.” And they rebuked her harshly.
“Leave her alone,” said Jesus. “Why are you bothering her? She has done a beautiful thing to me. The poor you will always have with you, and you can help them any time you want. But you will not always have me. She did what she could.“ (Mark 14:3-8)
She did what she could. And against the harshness of men, He rose up protective.
This is for you. For me. For all the ones who do what they can. For the ones who hear the harshness of
you should have
you shouldn’t have
For those of us who will never feed five thousand, but spend the last five minutes of our weary day feeding on Him.
For those who will never lead thousands into the Kingdom, but will live face to the ground praying for the one.
For all the ones who will never do great and mighty things, but who choose to put one foot in front of the other to follow Him in a harsh world.
Broken hearts broken open, poured out
Broken prayers flowing like perfume
Fleeting, weary moments given to Him
Songs we refuse to let fear silence
This is the Heart I found today.