The Manna and the Stone

A Theological and Practical Journal of Bible Presbyterians

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What Happened to Their Alabaster Jar?

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.

Trust Me

As Christ made His way to the temple that last week of his life, he seemed to say trust me to everything and everyone he passed. (Inspired by Mark 11) Continue reading