“Your love delights me, my treasure, my bride. Your love is better than wine, your perfume more fragrant than spices.”
Song of Solomon 4:10
“When a certain immoral woman from that city heard he was eating there, she brought a beautiful alabaster jar filled with expensive perfume.”
“What about you? What precious perfume is locked inside your heart that could be lavished on our Lord? The little treasures you and I struggle to hold on to may hold back opportunities to worship Him with extravagant praise, releasing ministry and service to Him that will bless all those around us.”
We must see that our simple actions have a way of blessing Jesus. We must come to see that the rich and good place, where what we do or don’t do, makes a real difference. How long has it been since you have really had this responsibility? We are significant. You really do matter! The worship we sincerely offer reflects back on us. This allows us to be radiant to any observers.
We touch Jesus, somehow, and in some way we have blessed Him. I believe that this must encourage Him, that He receives our offering. He then responds and blesses those who are desperately crying out. Jesus is not capricious, or sceptical, and so our worship must really affect Him. If only to add to the volume of those who have already crying out for mercy.
Our worship needs to become extravagantly simple again. Poured out, ‘down-to-the-last-drop’ kind of worship. It gives and gives until there is simply no more. I also think it must be intercessory in its direction.
Intercessory worship will cover the helpless, and turn God’s ear to the needs of the depressed.
When the Holy Spirit tunes us, we become precise instruments of grace and love– enabling us to touch the hearts of many millions who are lost, who have no hope at all.
As a believer, one who struggles with clinical depression, the realization that I can be inserted into a “crisis-critical” situation is a bit comical or surreal— like sending the “Three Stooges” in to do brain surgery! But you must see this. I have learned this as I worshipped at His feet. I have attempted to pour out every bit of perfumed nard, I sincerely desire to hold nothing in reserve.
This desperation has a way of making me adequate, it is showing me how to become competent. It has nothing to do with me, but everything to do with Jesus Christ, and His undisputed authority in the realm of this world.
His desire is to create a flock from the willing, and to bring all that glory home, to His Father.