I don’t know the weight of grief these three women had—

Who went on a mission to anoint Christ’s crucified body.

I don’t know the depth of sorrow of their tortured souls.

I don’t know the desperate need to touch Him one more time

To relieve their aching pain.

I don’t know the cost—actual, tangible cost—of the spices these women expended.

I don’t know what happened to their perfumed treasure.

But what I do know is when they arrived in the dawning of the first day,

The stone was rolled away.

As the shades of light brought clarity to the early hours,

So, the morning’s discoveries revealed an empty tomb.

The need to anoint His body was no more.

The mission to honor the dead became a mission to declare life.

The oil of sorrow—Now the oil of joy.

But wait—

What happened to their alabaster jar?

Ah—do you not know?

It still overflows as a beloved tribute arousing our senses today–

To some, it is an odor accosting the soul

With the enormity of death.

While, to others, it is a life-giving, fragrance diffusing

His weight of glory.

Tammy Peters

Tammy Peters

Tammy Peters is an elder’s wife and ladies’ bible study leader at Grace Bible Presbyterian Church in Cincinnati, OH.She and her husband Hud have four grown children (three who are married and one a senior at Hillsdale College) and three-almost four-grandchildren.Tammy recently retired from the classroom and currently co-authoring an English grammar curriculum.
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