Holy...

John 12:1-3 “Six days before the Passover, Jesus arrived at 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.”
To anoint…to bless someone with oil. To bless….to make holy. To make holy with oil.
Christ was already holy. He didn’t need Mary to pour oil on His feet to make Him holy, but she did. She knew that He didn’t need her to pour oil on His feet to make Him holy. She had already seen him raise Lazarus from the dead, if I had to guess, she knew He was pretty holy. But she loved Him. She anointed Him because she loved Him. She poured out her heart to Him, everything she had, because she loved Him.
And He loved her. He loved her with the same kind of love that He loves each and every one of us with. He doesn’t need anything from us, but rather, He allows us to pour out our hearts at His feet.
But rather, He has anointed us to bring good news to the poor, to proclaim freedom for the captives. It is for freedom that we have been set free. He has made us holy with His holiest of oils that He rubs upon the weakest and most broken of hearts so that we may be made new.
No He doesn’t need us to make Him holy…holiness is His and His alone to give. But what would I not give to have a moment where I lay at His feet and pour out every ounce of me that is made Holy by him upon His feet and rub my hair around in it just hoping to soak up some of His amazing presence.
Holy…what do I know of Holy…