‘She Anointed the Feet of Jesus’ – an Imaginative Contemplation
It was just then I heard the voice in my heart say: ‘It’s time.’ It was time. He might not know it yet … but I did. I stood and fetched the oil of nard my inner voice had had me save all these years for him. I prayed. I wrapped a towel around my waist. Unbound my hair. And, as the room hushed, knelt before him. Held his eyes, steady like. Touched his aching feet. ‘Do you know what I’m going to do for you?’ Slowly he nodded.
I took the flask of oil, gave God thanks and praise, broke the seal, and poured the perfume to anoint him for his destiny. And as his tears began to flow I made my promise. ‘Whatever happens this week, my love, you will not be alone.’
Source: Thinkingfaith
