Be Broken (spare words)

Humble (wtrmrk).jpg
page from my sketchbook in Dec.

Mary Magdalene broke her jar of the most essential oils over Jesus’ feet,

And the sinful woman at Simon’s broke the alabaster jar,

Because she was aware

And because she was aware

He’d be bruised purple like lavender

The Spirit would make us alert and refresh better than peppermint

And it would defy the naysayers and those who the Spirit had not defused through because of unbelief

Except this was no placebo effect.

She knew He was coming,

Like thieves in the night–

She was excited.

He would heal better than homeopathies,

Because He is Home

And the path, the Truth and the Life.

She was grateful.

The sinner woman’s tears touched His feet,

Mixed with the oil,

And her eyes grieved not being able to touch them again.

Just like the oil never fully mixed with the tears,

They would be separated, her humanity said, by long distance–

Heaven and earth never to kiss.

And no one would let her kiss her King’s bleeding feet at the end, and Simon said

If He were holy, she shouldn’t touch Him.

Or no one would let Mary kiss feet

Wrapped like they were when He was the other Mary’s baby.

Except this time, They’d be bandaged, tombed.

Like Mary’s brother. Four days gone.

But the curtain would rip and Jesus would use the fabric like a tissue in the Kingdom one day to dry women’s eyes.

He would come back in only three.

Blessed trinity.

And He would kiss her head.

And when she anointed His feet,

(And His betrayer said they should’ve sold it for better things, or

Simon said the debt still remained unpaid,)

He anointed her with love letters,

Better than any man would’ve written her

After so many sleepless nights for pay.

Letters truly loving, after demons fled.

These were not words of pay or panic.

They were words from Him.

“Leave her alone, so that she may keep it for the day of my burial.
For the poor you always have with you, but you do not always have me.”
[John 12:7-8]

“Your sins are forgiven…Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”
[Luke 7:48, 50]


Something a little different. Prose, poetry…¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sometimes a phrase comes to mind and I start out something like this in the notes on my phone. Such happened this morning. God then led me then to read John 12 and Luke 7:36-50. Mary’s is one of my favorite stories.

Extra Encouragement:

  • Drawn to You” by Audrey Assad (Very excited for her new album and the story behind it excites me.)
  • Lazarus” by the Collection (“Dirt” is one of my new all-time favorite songs, but this one is fantastic.)

Hope His words reach you like they’ve reached me in insecure places.

Live healing, frens.



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