Pour the Perfume

            This morning, as we consider this account of Mary, Martha’s sister, anointing Jesus with costly perfume I ask us to remember something about scripture that is often either forgotten or overlooked. Most of the characters mentioned in scripture were REAL flesh and blood people. They were REAL people who had hopes and fears, people who gave love and received love. They were simple human beings not unlike you and me.

 

            Because scripture records on a grand scale the great drama of God’s interaction with God’s creation we have an understandable tendency to see the people mentioned in scripture as larger than life. So, it is easy to overlook their human character.

 

            Today’s gospel lesson is an excellent example of this. Within the overall context of John’s gospel this story marks the beginning of Jesus’ journey to the cross. Verse 1 in Chapter 12 frames the setting for us; “Six days before the Passover Jesus came to Bethany…” The next morning Jesus will enter Jerusalem surrounded by the adoring crowds and the events of Holy Week will unfold.

 

            Therefore, because of its location and the subsequent events in the gospel, this story is often thought of as a story of Mary anointing Jesus for his burial in six days. Seen from a grand theological perspective that may very well be true, however, this story also communicates something else. Something which is much more personal and easier for us to grasp; Mary loved Jesus as her dear friend. While this story may indeed serve to advance the larger story of John’s gospel, it just as surely is also a revealing insight into how much people loved Jesus as a person. There were people close to our Lord who loved him not unlike how we love and hold affection for our dearest friends.

 

            Seen from this perspective, then, how does this story speak to us? It tells us that we are called to love Jesus Christ so much that we offer him our very best. We are called to do this not out of a sense of duty or obligation, although these things are a part of our discipleship. Rather, we are called to offer Jesus Christ our very best out of a sense of joyful thanksgiving, expressing the joy we feel in our hearts for the relationship we have with Jesus Christ.

 

            Let us keep in mind the context for this story. It is a party given by Martha honoring Jesus. Parties are times of joy. Jesus’ friends were happy he had come to Bethany, and so they gathered to rejoice. However else we may characterize it, our relationship with Jesus Christ is, in the final analysis, fundamentally a relationship of joy.

 

            The other thing to keep in mind about this story is what Mary used to show her affection and love to Jesus: Perfumed oil. In the culture of first century Palestine, not so differently from our culture today, people put on perfume for special occasions. When people are happy and celebrating, that is the time we adorn ourselves with signs of our joy. Women wear perfume. Men wear cologne. Mary loved Jesus. Accordingly, sharing an expensive perfume with him was a natural expression of her joy and happiness at being with him.

 

            Why did Mary feel so strongly about this itinerant preacher from the hinterlands of Galilee? What was it about this man that would cause her to spend so much money buying perfumed oil for him?

 

            Trying to answer these questions is somewhat dangerous because to some degree we must try to put 2 and 2 together and hope it equals 4. The gospels do not offer much information about Jesus’ personal life, or about the lives of those around him. However, there are some things we can point to which allow us to make some reasoned guesses about why Mary felt so strongly about Jesus.

 

            The first and foremost reason we can point to is the case of her brother Lazarus. He had died. In fact, Lazarus was in the tomb for four days before Jesus came and brought him back from the dead. Given that Jesus had restored Lazarus’ life, from a purely human perspective, Mary’s adoration and affection for Jesus is completely understandable. This friend of hers had demonstrated to her that he had power over life and death. Giving him her very best seems only natural.

 

            Another part of why Mary felt so strongly about Jesus is how he obviously treated women as real people, deserving of the same respect and attention as men. In their society women had virtually no standing in either politics or in religious circles. Yet, in many stories in the gospels, Jesus is portrayed as having a great deal of love and respect for women. In John’s gospel alone think of the woman at the well in chapter 4, think of the woman accused of adultery in chapter 8. And in the other gospels think how Jesus repeatedly accepted women sidelined by polite society and fellowshipped publicly with them. Is it any wonder Mary would feel grateful and affectionate toward this preacher who accepted her, and other women, as real people in both his sight and in God’s?

 

            Setting aside for the moment whether Mary actually understood and knew Jesus Christ as her savior at the time she anointed him with perfume, she nonetheless loved him for his gentleness, his kindness, and his loving approach to all people.

 

Do we, people who have the added benefit of standing this side of the resurrection appreciate, understand, and value Jesus Christ for these qualities? Qualities we no doubt seek out and value in our human friendships. Moreover, are we giving our very best to our friend who was willing to die for us?

 

I want to share with you an experience I had of someone giving me their very best. A long time ago, Leslie and I went to Jamaica as adult advisors for the youth group from our home church in Largo Florida. Our group took this trip to teach Vacation Bible School and serve our Jamaican brothers and sisters who lived in a remote mountainous community that is called Carron Hall.

 

On this trip we were in effect ambassadors for Jesus Christ, sharing the good news of the gospel. While we were in Carron Hall, our group was divided up into 2’s and 3’s and we lived in the homes of local church people.

 

Well, we arrived at Carron Hall late on a Saturday night. The next morning our group gathered and went to church together. After church, we returned to our assigned homes for the mid-day meal.

 

My roommate Jeff and I walked into the house of our hostess, tired from the previous day’s journey and hot from walking in the noon-time tropical heat as we returned from church. We were immediately overcome by a powerful, and not particularly pleasing, aroma wafting out of the kitchen.

 

Sight unseen, our hostess’ voice greeted us from the kitchen telling us that she had a cool drink waiting for us in our bedroom, and to come to the table when we were ready to eat.

 

Eager for refreshment, I dashed into my room. There on the dresser sat a tall glass with my cool drink in it. I grabbed at it. Glancing down before taking a drink, I was stunned by what I saw.

 

In the glass was a milky looking liquid with what I later figured out was sweet condensed milk. Floating in the liquid were cornflakes. Topping off this sweet and sugary surprise were sprinkles of nutmeg floating at the top.

 

Despite the unusual combinations of ingredients, its sickly sweet flavor, and the unpleasant sensation of drinking cereal, I quickly figured out that this woman had offered us a very special drink. In her mind, this was a special treat. She had given us the very best refreshment she could imagine.

 

So, in order not to offend we drank it down and hurried off to the table. Our hostess heard us sitting down and began to bring out our lunch. First some bread, then some smoked pieces of fish, and then, she proudly carried out 2 bowls of soup. As she sat them down in front of us, she explained that the soup was called OCKE`, fish soup, a Jamaican specialty. It was filled with spices, vegetables, and fish.

 

By the aroma, I was dubious about whether I would like this soup. However, I politely lifted my spoon to eat. As I looked into the soup, I realized that the soup was looking back at me. You see, the recipe for OCKE` includes using the entire fish, including the eyeballs. Despite its unusual ingredients and spices, I knew that our hostess had made us something quite special. In fact, given her quite limited resources it was the most extravagant offering she could make to us.

 

You see, in her eyes, we represented her Lord Jesus Christ, and she was going to offer him only the very best she could. Our hostess had stayed home from church that day in order to prepare for us the very best meal she could offer. So, despite the soup’s unappetizing aroma and questionable fish parts, I understood she had made a generous offering to us. Not because she liked us, not because we were visitors, but because we represented Jesus Christ to her. Not unlike Mary in our gospel story, she gave a meaningful offering out of love for Jesus Christ.

 

We are called to give Jesus Christ our very best. We are called to offer Jesus Christ the very best we can offer. Mary gave Jesus her very best, are we ready to follow her lead?

 

As this season of Lent and this season of repentance gives way to the joy of Easter morning let us examine where in our lives we are giving Jesus Christ our very best. Or, where we are not? Do we give him our best in worship? Or, do we just go through the motions? Do we give him our best in our relationships with others? Or, do we seek our desires and wants at the expense of others? Do we follow him when it is costly to us, or only when it is convenient.

 

Following the dedication and commitment of Mary, let us strive to “pour the perfume” in every area of our lives. Our Lord Jesus Christ has given everything for us. Let us then break out the perfume in our lives and pour it liberally over all, rejoicing in our relationship with the one who was willing to give everything for us: Our Lord Jesus Christ. So may it be for us. AMEN

 

Reverend Marc V. Mason

March 25, 2007

Trinity Presbyterian Church

Travelers Rest, SC