Posted by: Postordinandy | February 24, 2014

John 12 (pt 2)

Fuming at the wastefulness of this woman’s act of worship,

Anger bubbling beneath the surface,

Expressed as a call to justice,

Yet a look from the Master betrays my own betrayal.

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The stench of greed has overpowered me,

And the tendrils of the plotters’ roots begin to ensnare,

My good intentions are suffocated by my desire to be seen as righteous,

And the poor will always remain, but soon He will be gone.

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“Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to 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. But one of his disciples, Judas Iscariot, who was later to betray him, objected, “Why wasn’t this perfume sold and the money given to the poor? It was worth a year’s wages.” He did not say this because he cared about the poor but because he was a thief; as keeper of the money bag, he used to help himself to what was put into it. “Leave her alone,” Jesus replied. “It was intended that she should save this perfume for the day of my burial. You will always have the poor among you, but you will not always have me.” ” [John 12:1-9]

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