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Monday, April 10, 2017

Spirituality: “The Anointing” By Andrew King

Already the sun has set, pulling the light from the sky behind it. Already the shadows have detached themselves from lamps and clustered in the corners of the room

As the smells of the eaten meal begin to fade, the talk to rise, you sense the time has come to take the jar, the alabaster jar, the one you have kept so long, and almost holding your breath,

you kneel at the feet of Jesus. His eyes on you are gentle, seeming to see into your heart, into your own private shadows, but his love casts out your fear

as you untie his sandals’ thongs and open the lid of the jar to powerfully fragrant amber-colored nard, the oil slowly pours. The first drops hit the ankles, flow

downward over the bones toward the rough skin of his heels, spreading over the curved top of the foot. Still you pour this thanks, this liquid praise, running it to his toes, dripping it from the insteps

while the fragrance builds and builds, ascending like the incense in the temple, rising from this altar of bones and skin, skin a shade of road dust, veins the color of sorrow

which you drape with your hair of midnight, letting it fall and tumble, and as you use your hair like a towel the fragrance soaks you both, smell of awe and holiness, smell of love and sacrifice,

scent of light and shadow in a wave like something approaching that will be stronger than death and burial, that will fill the house of mind and heart like a perfumed burst

of dawn.

Source: Andrew King’s Lectionary Weblog.

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