poured out

Thursday, February 18, 2010

"There came a woman with an alabaster vial of very costly perfume of pure nard; and she broke the vial and poured it over His head." Mark 14:3
Oh, my precious Lord, break me, that I may be poured out as an offering to You.
"If you're still measuring out your offerings, you haven't seen His worth yet."
(Klaus, Stay Amazed)
Lord, may I not give you some, or even most of myself. I want to give you everything, that You may be glorified.
"Did He pour out his soul unto death for us, and shall we think any box of ointment too precious to pour out upon Him?"
(Matthew Henry, commentary on Mark 14)
There is nothing more precious than you, Lord. May all that I own, and all that I am belong to You. For you have given everything, and giving everything is the only sane response.


Cari said...

Your post reminds me of Cece Winans' song "Alabaster Box". I love the message.

Here's the chorus:
And I've come to pour
My praise on Him-like oil
From Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears
And dry them with my hair
You weren't there-the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When He wrapped His loving arms around me
And you don't know the cost
Of the oil in my alabaster box

The Spicer Family said...

When we were earnestly praying about adopting our (now) daughter Vera from Russia, the Sunday School lesson that week was about the alabaster jar. By the end of class John was nearly in tears (so unlike him) and told the class we would be breaking an alabaster jar in order to get our daughter.

There are so many verses in the Word about God's heart for the orphan, yet that passage is the one He chose to open John's heart for this particular adoption and I think it is so appropriate. We can't be holding on to earthly treasures that will burn when eternal souls are at stake.

All that to say that this story is one of my favorites!


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