The Best Thing

 

Last Sunday, we sat in our Lamplighters’ class – listening to the story of Mary of Bethany – Martha’s sister, Lazarus’ sister – and suddenly, it wasn’t just a story anymore. It was an invitation.

I found myself reaching for Carl’s hankie. Not because something was wrong – but because something was so right.

Once I was on Martha’s side – you know – the one who wanted to achieve perfection for her Master – with all the hospitality she could provide. I WAS her – busy to the point of weariness. But I have recanted. I have learned so much. And it’s Mary that I want to be like.

Mary had a way about her.
While others hurried -- she paused.
While others served -- she sat.
While others talked -- she listened.

Three times we find her in the same place -- at the feet of Jesus.
And Jesus said it best: “Mary has chosen what is better.” (Luke 10:42)

Then came that unforgettable moment – another day – another time of worship beyond degree.

Mary brought an alabaster jar of perfume -- costly beyond reason. A year’s wages. Not a few drops – but this jar -- she broke it. Poured it all on her Lord's feet. Gave it all to her Lord.

Can you imagine the room? Dusty feet -- crowded space -- and then suddenly -- fragrance. Sweet. Overwhelming. Holy.

Oh, there are those – like Judas – who only saw the extravagance – while Mary saw the Holy One who was her Savior and Lord.

Worship has a way of changing the atmosphere. Some called it a waste. But Jesus called it beautiful.

And isn’t that still the tension today? The world says, “You’re doing too much.” Jesus says, “You’ve chosen the best thing.”

It was Mary and her worship that brought Jesus first to her when He rose from the tomb. (John 20:11-18)

Oh, I want to be like Mary. Not distracted. Not hurried. Not measuring what I give. Just present. At His feet.

Because the greatest gift we bring isn’t what’s in our hands -- it’s our heart, poured out in love.

So today, let’s set aside the noise.
May we let go of the to-do list (at least for a while) and come sit with Him.

Oh, the glory of His presence. Open His Word. Whisper His name.
May our lives become that fragrance -- filling every room we enter.
Not because it’s required -- but because He’s worthy.