Alabaster Box, Broken, Made Whole

*Originally written 9/23/16

“And, behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment,

38 And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.

39 Now when the Pharisee which had bidden him saw it, he spake within himself, saying, This man, if he were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this is that toucheth him: for she is a sinner.

40 And Jesus answering said unto him, Simon, I have somewhat to say unto thee. And he saith, Master, say on….

46 My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment.

47 Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little….” –Luke 7:36-40; 46-47

 

The alabaster box, broken for the Lord,

Broken for His honor.

Broken just to pour out oil,

Now made holy after

Hitting the feet of

The Savior

The Lord.

Oil, and tears, kisses, clearing the dirt away from

The Feet of God

The Savior.

Crusted, given over to wear and tear,

Of bones and flesh,

Given over to pain, blisters, wounds,

Sores.

Given to nails

Pierced through,

Precious…

And given to bleed.

Feet broken, marred,

And given to bear the weight of a cross.

across valleys,

Streams

And stony paths,

In the journey to Calvary.

She broke her alabaster box,

Bringing glory to God before the task of everlasting salvation was sealed.

Here on earth,

She broke her soul,

She broke her alabaster box,

Costly,

Precious….

Out on her face,

Given to him.

A prophecy,

Memorializing,

Consecrating

The feet of the Savior,

And His sacrifice for eternity.
Your alabaster box…

Broken for the Lord, is your soul, your life. Broken, yet not dead, poured out before the Lord.

Broken, humbled, to the honor of Christ becoming The One we pour our lives out for.

The aroma,

Melodies of gratitude,

fills our mouths, open and full,

flowing from our soul like rivers, in songs and praise before the Lord.

Sweet incense rises before Him

Made up of the sorrow, pain, brokenness of your soul,

And the beauty of your surrender, mixes with the sweet mercy, goodness and love of God received into a grateful heart,

Comes up in a lovely fragrance before God.

And He is given great pleasure and joy,

Because He knows that the sacrifice is from the heart.

Dear to Him and precious,

He responds in kindness and love

Speaking gently to your broken heart:

“Thy sins are forgiven….and….Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace….” (Luke 7:48,50).

You are broken. Your soul is humbled.

But God is pleased with your broken alabaster box.

For your broken alabaster box, your humbled heart, is pouring out your soul  for Him.

This pleases The Father.

Jesus calls you out of this place into peace and wholeness with Him.

God causes your heart to come into terms with your Savior.

Your sacrifice, your soul, your life, coming into sync is the greatest gift you can give back to God.

And all He asks is for this abandon of your core to be given in simplicity and trust to Christ the Lord.

God loves you, and declares for you to go in peace. All is forgiven. You are in Christ, and your life in Him is recreated.

Your life in Him is made whole.

Give Jesus your broken heart,

Give Jesus your broken life,

Give Him your outstretched arms,

And lifted hands,

God can use these elements to create a sweet perfume that can carry on through generations,

Just like that alabaster box.

Jesus, I ask you to humble me, and God, and even more so, I ask you to help me really believe you again to make me whole. Because without you, I am nothing. I love you Jesus Christ my Lord. Give me Your Grace in greater measure, and Your everlasting peace, as you continue to work in me. And, increase my faith, because I need Your touch to bring me up again. I love you Lord, in Jesus Christ Name I pray,

Amen. 

God bless you dear ones,

Amarachi

“Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up.”–James 4:10

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