a holy waste.

Today's Gospel is John 12: 1-11.

John 12:1-8

1  Six days before the Passover Jesus came to Bethany, the home of Lazarus, whom he had raised from the dead.  2  There they gave a dinner for him. Martha served, and Lazarus was one of those at the table with him.  3  Mary took a pound of costly perfume made of pure nard, anointed Jesus' feet, and wiped them  with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.  4  But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (the one who was about to betray him), said,  5  "Why was this perfume not sold for three hundred denarii and the money given to the poor?"  6 (He said this not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief; he kept the common purse and used to steal what was put into it.)  7  Jesus said, "Leave her alone. She bought it  so that she might keep it for the day of my burial.  8  You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have me."

mary-perfume

Oh, for cryin' out loud. Mary is just too much. Perhaps the rest of us sitting at this lovely meal could have handled the perfume. Maybe. But as if a year's salary of ck one wasn't enough, Mary does the hair thing. It's just too extravagent, lavish, odd, irreverant, over-the-top. "Mary, get it together! Take some notes from Martha--she is in her proper place--serving up the feast."  

The logic of death says save, contain, keep---At. All. Costs. Mary operates out of the logic of the resurrection, which is extravagent, over-the-top, ridiculous, slightly uncomfortable and overflowing with goodness. Theologian Paul Tillich calls Mary's action a holy waste. I call it reckless, wild love.

Reckless, wild (yet properly ordered) worship today at 4:30PM. Can't wait.