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Thursday, July 19, 2018
In Remembrance of Her
When Jesus had finished saying all these things, he said to his disciples, “You know that after two days the Passover is coming, and the Son of Man will be handed over to be crucified.”
Then the chief priests and the elders of the people gathered in the palace of the high priest, who was called Caiaphas, and they conspired to arrest Jesus by stealth and kill him. But they said, “Not during the festival, or there may be a riot among the people.” Now while Jesus was at Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, a woman came to him with an alabaster jar of very costly ointment, and she poured it on his head as he sat at the table. But when the disciples saw it, they were angry and said, “Why this waste? For this ointment could have been sold for a large sum, and the money given to the poor.” But Jesus, aware of this, said to them, “Why do you trouble the woman? She has performed a good service for me. For you always have the poor with you, but you will not always have me. By pouring this ointment on my body she has prepared me for burial. Truly I tell you, wherever this good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her.” Then one of the twelve, who was called Judas Iscariot, went to the chief priests and said, “What will you give me if I betray him to you?” They paid him thirty pieces of silver. And from that moment he began to look for an opportunity to betray him. Matthew 26:1-16 In Remembrance of Her They saw her in the store remembering her kindness when they were very poor they wrapped their arms around the one who fed them as children. They knew the face of an angel one who loved them completely a stranger who dared to come in to the pain and sorrow of children parents locked away from them. We will remember always the ones who returned our joy who filled our aching bellies who washed us clean and saw the goodness in each of us. If you would know holiness seek the old poorer women whose laugh and hug as they find the ones in need feeding them as their very own family.