John 12:1-3 Six days before the Passover, Jesus arrived at Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Here a dinner was given in Jesus’ honor. Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with him. Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.
Dear Lord, when I think of what you have done for me, I cannot find adequate ways to show my love and express my thanks. I must admit that there are times when I hold back from giving you the best I have to offer. Sometimes I’m just selfish; other times it is just a lack of trust in your promises to always provide me with what I need in life. Help me remember the words of the apostle Paul, He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all– how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things (Romans 8:32)? Lord, take my life, my hands, my voice, my money, my intellect, and all I have and let them be set apart for you. Let my humble service be a sweet perfume that fills my house and my life with the fragrance of my love for you. Amen.