Exquisitely

"She broke the flask and poured it over his head," Mark 14:3.

She who? Some random woman. Whose head? Jesus'. A flask filled with what? Pure nard. Well. That didn't help. What's nard? A very expensive (like, about $30,000, based on 2025 Alaska minimum wage) perfume concentrate from a Himalayan plant. (Yeah, India, up high in the mountains.) And she wasted it on Jesus? The whole thing. Couldn't she have fed, like, a thousand people for a month or two with it? I guess so. What a stupid woman! Yep. That's exactly what the good folk watching all this thought, too. But Jesus. He said: She's none of your business. Her beautiful work's getting me ready to die. You. You help the poor with what you've got. You. With. What. You. Have. You.

We meet with a brother or sister today and we give thanks for the only human, that stupid woman, who prepped Jesus so exquisitely extravagantly on our behalf for his sacrifice for all of us.