30/11/2025
🌙✨ SUNDAY-NIGHT ANCHOR✨🌙
All day the village of Beth-Any had buzzed: the teacher was coming for supper.
Martha flew about the kitchen, pans clanging like temple bells; Mary slipped outside, heart thudding louder than the pots.
She found Jesus already on the path, dust still on his sandals from the road.
Without a word she opened the alabaster jar—her future in that perfume—broke its neck and poured.
The fragrance flooded the dusk, silencing every worry in the house; even the flames on the lampstand seemed to pause and worship.
Jesus lifted her chin: “She has done a beautiful thing; it will be told wherever the gospel is told.”
In that moment Mary learned the calendar of heaven: love always comes before labor, worship before work, and the aroma of one brave surrender lingers longer than a lifetime of striving.
Tonight, carry her jar into your room.
Whatever stress you rehearse, break it open at the feet of the risen Christ; let the whole house of your heart fill with the scent of trust.
The Savior who defended Mary still defends you—your tomorrow is already perfumed with mercy.
Sleep in the hush of that approval; wake to a Monday that will still smell like worship.
