I could spend the week here:
Mary brought in a pound of expensive lotion and anointed Jesus' feet and wiped them with her hair. And the house was filled with the lotion's fragrance.--John 12:3, SV.
So I've decided I will.
Now it was two days until Passover and the feast of Unleavened Bread. And the ranking priests and the scholars were looking for some way to arrest him by trickery and kill him. For their slogan was "Not during the festival, otherwise the people will riot."When he was in Bethany at the house of Simon the leper, he was just reclining there, and a woman came in carrying an alabster jar of myrrh, of pure and expensive nard. She broke the jar and poured (the myrrh) on his head.Now some were annoyed (and thought) to themselves "What good purpose is served by this wast of myrrh? For she coulid have sold the myrrh for more than three hundred silver coins and given (the money) to the poor. And they were angry with her.Then Jesus said, "Let her alone! Whay are you bothering her? She has done me a courtesy. Remember, there will always be poor around, and whatever you want you can do for them, but I won't always be around. She did what she could--she anticipates in anointing my body for burial. So help me, wherever the good news is announced in all the world, what she has done will also be told in memory of her."
It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying,Why a man like you would waste your timeOn women of her kind!Yes, I can understand that she amuses,But to let her kiss you, stroke your hair,Is hardly in your line.It's not that I object to her profession!But she doesn't fit in well, with what you teach and say.It doesn't help us if you're inconsistent!They only need a small excuse, to put us all away.