Another way to look at it…

I had a vision the other night when I laid down to go to sleep. It was of a jar but not any jar, it was made of stone. As the jar continued to stay in front of me, the vision of it. I was told what it was made of; it was an alabaster jar. It was small; it fit in the hand. It was so beautiful, and I could tell it was very old. As the vision continued it slowly tilted, then the vision ended. I tried to find a picture online like the one I saw but could not find one. I found some sort of like it, but none looked exactly like the one in the vision.

I quickly thought of the story in the Bible and found it. Luke 7:37-38 "Behold, a woman of the city, who was a sinner, when she learned that He was reclining at table in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster flask of ointment, and standing behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment." This story is mentioned a couple times in the Bible, in Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. To be mentioned that much, there was a reason for it.

Think about what she did. She gave Jesus her best and the price of it was high. When we give Him everything. When we truly let go of ourselves, humbling ourselves before the Lord, the price can be high. Many will not understand it; we may lose family members and friends. Some may think we have gone too far. To me when it comes to knowing the Lord and serving Him, you can never go far enough.

Like the woman with the jar, shouldn't we do the same? Shouldn't we give Him all of us, our whole heart, our best and not just pieces of us? Shouldn't we give God the very best we have?

 It was more important for the woman with the alabaster jar to deny herself of her most valuable possession and give Jesus everything than to keep it, we should be the same. All that the world has to offer us is nothing compared to what Christ can give us.

Songs included, "Alabaster Box" by CeCe Winans and "The God Who Sees" by Nicole C. Mullen's.


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