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April 01, 2012

Day Two "Holy Monday"

Day Two of the Holy Week is called Holy Monday. I did some research on Holy Monday and it is considered the day of anointing and cleansing. It tells of the story where Mary took from the alabaster box the precious oil and poured it on Jesus and wiped His feet with her tears and dried them with her hair. The bible tells us, 

Matthew 26:12
For in that she hath poured this ointment on my body, she did it for my burial.
It took a long time to gather and save enough oil that would secure her future. It was kept in a container that would keep the oil in it's longevity of being stored. The disciple stated that it was costly and could have been sold for quite a sum of money. But the time that it took to get the oil nor the monetary value mattered much when she came to Jesus. She took time in pouring the oil as she wept at his feet and with her own hair wiped his feet that had been sandled while he walked the town's dirt road to Simon's house. How do I know she took time at Jesus's feet and was not in a hurry? It was enough time for all to see and murmur against her. She did not enter the room and quickly leave in case some might see her; they all saw her. And Jesus said, "Leave her alone." She had the attention of the Lord as she poured out her praise.
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Not just today but every day is as unto the Lord. I offer to Him the praise from my own alabaster box, my heart. Sometimes life's situations make me feel my heart is not a box of alabaster but perhaps more along the lines of plaster. Just quickly poured and pressed together to hold everything up then set to dry. Sometimes it can overwhelm me. But, I cannot be pressed in my praise just to hold everything in place and my praise cannot be quickly poured for it will become dry, my friend. I need to pour my praise unto the Lord and not be in a hurry. Some of the best times in prayer is when I lingered in the presence of the Lord. And those "Life Situations", well, I let them go and give it to the Lord and I can see what He will do and how He will answer my prayers. 

I open up my box of oil and offer the fragrant scent of praise to You, Lord. I love being in Your presence. And Lord, I am not in a hurry in my praise to You. I know You are the Maker of time and the reward-er of those who diligently seek You.

You said in Your Word..., 

But they that wait upon the Lord Shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint...
(Lord, I am not in a hurry in my praise to You.)

but they that wait upon the Lord, they shall inherit the earth. 
(Lord, I am not in a hurry in my praise to You.)
song by Cece Winan

The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
There's no place here for her kind
Still on she came
Through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt before his feet
And though she spoke no words
Everything she said was heard
As she poured her love for the Master
From her box of alabaster


And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair
You weren't there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When he wrapped his love all around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box

I can't forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound
And I spent my days 
Poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure box
I'd thought I'd found
Until the day when Jesus came to me
And healed my soul
With the wonder of His touch
So now I'm giving back to Him
All the praise He's worthy of
I've been forgiven 
And that's why
I love Him so much

I worship You, Lord. I love You, God. Thank You for all that You have done for me. Let my praise be as the anointing that is poured on You as Your anointing falls on me. I lift You up and magnify Your Holy name, Jesus. I love You, Lord.

God bless you as we continue toward Resurrection Sunday



  1. I watch a little five year old girl several times a week and I have been reading to her from the Children's Story Book. We read this story together today. Do you know what moved me the most as we read? She covered her eyes when she saw the page with Jesus on the cross. Even in a child's gentle drawing, it is hard to look at and imagine just the horror that He endured for us.

    Thank you for this post.
    Kindly, Lorraine

    1. As I Googled images on the Savior's death, I found myself looking away because of the blood and suffering He endured. I wept and tried to write through the tears and often all I could say is, "Thank you, Jesus, for what You did for me". What a Savior and what a Friend.

      Thank you for visiting. What a lovely time to spend with a little girl to tell her about the Lord.


  2. I love reading your bible stories Ive heard all these stories inside and out, but there just sonething about te way tou tell them that makes them seem almost alive!
    ~Victoria Anne

  3. Dearest Heart, they are alive because it is the Word. And as we approach the Resurrection Day, we will all say, "He is Alive!" You know I love you, dear.




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