Musings, Worship

Of Weakness

I do not pretend to be strong, or to have it all together. I am weak and imperfect, and of this I am painfully aware of. Eloquent speech I do not have, nor do I possess the natural charm and charisma that exudes effortlessly for some. Left on my own, I have nothing much to show of myself. Not much talent, nor capability, nor strength, wisdom and awareness. If it is true that we have this treasure in jars of clay then perhaps I may be counted amongst the most fragile.

There was a time when I despised my helplessness and vulnerability. I wanted to be hard and strong. I wondered at the marvelous way some seemed to always hold it all together. So mighty. So admirable, so capable. Why was it the closer I walked with Him, the more stripped I felt? Why is my heart becoming more raw and vulnerable by the day? What has become of my security and my safety? How will I fend for myself? … And what then, do I have to offer?

I still do not understand. Most days, I still feel very weak and helpless.


But oh, this I do have.
Real love.

So if I must remain broken, let me be broken at the feet of Jesus. If I must be weak, let me be weak, so He can be seen all the stronger. Let me get out of the way, so that Jesus may be put on display. Let all who look upon me see not me, for there is nothing much to see, but Him.

Let the perfume of this little broken life cause all to stop and stare upon the One whom it is being poured out like a sacrificial drink offering on.

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It Is Not Foolishness

And when Jesus was in Bethany at the house of Simon the leper, a woman came to Him having an alabaster flask of very costly fragrant oil, and she poured it on His head as He sat at the table. But when His disciples saw it, they were indignant, saying, “Why this waste? For this fragrant oil might have been sold for much and given to the poor.” But when Jesus was aware of it, He said to them, “Why do you trouble the woman? For she has done a good work for Me. (Matthew 26:6-10 NKJV)

Extravagant devotion is offensive, and it often provokes a reaction in those who see it.

“What a waste!”
“Do something more useful with your life.”
“Foolish girl.”
“Be more practical.”

Basically, “Love God, but not too much.”

But if there is one thing I know, the life poured out in love at His feet is not a wasted life. If the perfume of my life and the sacrifices of my broken heart moves Jesus, then it is not foolishness. Stupid it may seem in the eyes of man, impractical it may seem, but He calls it beautiful.

Just like Mary, I will live my life to lavish my love on Him. Whatever it looks like, whatever costly decisions it will lead me to make, I want my life to be one that is completely broken in love at His feet.

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The Fragrance of True Worship

When Mary broke her alabaster jar, the fragrance of the costly perfume filled the entire room. All who were present could smell it. 

In the same way, there is a beautiful fragrance that arises from the worship of the one who is broken in love at His feet. It is impossible not to recognize. 

The worship offering that is genuine, and more than that, sacrificial, carries with it fragrance and life. Let our worship be more than empty songs and clanging cymbals. Let our ministry to the heart of Jesus be like fragrant incense, arising from the depths of our very being. He is worthy of the most costly perfume, and the sweetest heart sacrifice.