Susan LaffertyEmptied.
Called to have the same attitude as Christ.
Yet this earthen vessel still reveals trace amounts. Vestiges of pride and selfish ambition. Clutter.
And I learn my emptied is not a one-time thing.
But daily.
Psalm 57. Giving words when there are no words.
Soaring through the twists and turns of our sojourn.
Speaking true my fears and frustrations.
Then bringing me back to praise and vision. Recounting the faithfulness of the Most High God and declaring Him to the nations.
Alabaster jar, broken. Pure nard poured out. On the head of Jesus.
The woman, unnamed, anoints Him with exquisite perfume.
Extravagant. Expensive.
And some in the room? Indignant. Scolding over such a waste.
But the anointed One surprises.
Confounds.
