Living Life Like It's Golden
...a woman came with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, made of pure nard. She broke the jar and poured the perfume on his head. Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another, "Why this waste of perfume? It could have been sold for more than a year's wages and the money given to the poor." And they rebuked her harshly. "Leave her alone," said Jesus. "Why are you bothering her? She has done a beautiful thing to me. The poor you will always have with you, and you can help them any time you want. But you will not always have me. She did what she could. She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare for my burial. I tell you the truth, wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her." Mark 14: 3 - 9
Commuting in this morning, the song "Living Life Like It's Golden" by Jill Scott kept ringing in my spirit. Mind you that I don't make it a habit of listening to secular music but had heard this song. I did a little research and found there were two sides of the message: Secular people related it to money and materialistic things and those who were spiritual equated it to one's purpose!
The words are:
"I'm taking my freedom, pulling it off the shelf
Putting it on my chain, wearing it around my neck
I'm taking my freedom, putting it in my car
Wherever I choose to go
It will take me far
I'm taking my freedom, putting it in my song
Singing loud and strong, groovin' all day long
I'm taking my own freedom, putting it in my stroll
I'll be high stepping y'all, letting the joy unfold
I'm holdin' onto my freedom, can't take it from me
I was born into it, it comes naturally
I'm strumming my own freedom, playing the God in me
Reverence in His glory, hope He proud of me
Livin' my life like it's golden
Livin' my life like it's golden, golden"
Somehow, someway the lyricist is implying that her freedom was not only bottled up but placed on the shelf! What came to mind was the story of the nameless "Woman of Bethany" who carried into Simon's house an alabaster jar that held a priceless ointment!
This woman humbly and softly enters into Simon's house focused on the man they called Jesus. The house was filled, crowded as it always was when Jesus visited. Imagine the scholars and learned men motion at her as she passed. They whispered, some outright made it known that there was no place for her "kind." After all, it was rumored that she was a lady of the night, a harlot! They were looking forward to breaking bread with Jesus and having great discourses about spiritual matters and here she comes, a distraction but most of all a no body.
I believe it was her heart that whispered encouragement as she moved ever closer to the Saviour of the World. Her heart filled with the love of God, pushed her pass her own thoughts of inadequacies, her past, rejection, and fear. Her heart saw destiny and was awed by the sight of seeing it fulfilled.
Destiny walked her through the path of purpose that she might gain that which she was created for! As she drew closer to Jesus, she broke free of all they had held her captive. Everyone in the room faded into time as she was drawn into His presence.
Jesus told the onlookers to leave her alone, for he knew her purpose and that was to annoint Him for burial! As she fulfilled her destiny, Jesus declares her reward, she would be remembered through time and so we know her as the woman with the alabaster jar!
What is your path of purpose saying to you today? Have you taken possession of the abundant life? Freedom allows you to be all that purpose has destined you! I am free from what others think, perceive, desire, see, like or dislike! I will freely live in purpose which is to glorify God!
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