My Sunday morning connection group has been studying the book of Mark. Yesterday, we discussed chapter 14, specifically about the unnamed woman who broke an alabaster jar of expensive perfume and generously poured it over the head of Jesus. Those who were in attendance were quick to criticize her wasteful actions. After all, they indignantly exclaimed, the perfume cost nearly a year’s wages and could have been sold to feed the poor!
But Jesus didn’t agree with the disciples. In fact, He commended the woman. He recognized her deeds were not foolish, but instead a genuine sacrificial act of worship.
In our discussion, we all agreed that the perfume had likely been something the woman treasured. Whether she had purchased the nard, or if it had been a gift, it was of great value and pouring it out had cost her.
Our teacher posed a challenging question: What is your most precious treasure?
The first thought that popped in my mind was lyrics from a contemporary Christian song by the group I Am They:
Darkest water and deepest pain I wouldn't trade it for anything 'Cause my brokenness brought me to you And these wounds are a story you'll use
Yes…my most precious treasure is my scars!
It was my wounded heart that brought me back to the church.
It was my fear and hopelessness that brought me to my knees before Holy God.
It was my desperation that made me seek answers in the Bible that brought the Peace that surpasses all understanding.
It was my relationship with the Lord that brought healing to my deep wounds.
And it is the healing of those wounds - my scars - that gives me a glorious story to tell.
So, I'm thankful for the scars 'Cause without them I wouldn't know your heart And I know they'll always tell of who you are So forever I am thankful for the scars
While He was in Bethany at the home of Simon the leper, and reclining at the table, there came a woman with an alabaster vial of very costly perfume of pure nard; and she broke the vial and poured it over His head. ~ Mark 14:3