PRECIOUS SAVIOUR
August 26th, 2007
(Song of Solomon 1:3)
Remembering at this time the crucifixion of our Lord and Saviour, our minds go back to that greatest event of all ages, yes even of eternity, and also that which is recorded immediately prior to His sufferings.Â
In this respect we now refer to the account of Mary, the sister of Martha and Lazarus, bringing her very precious ointment, breaking her alabaster box, pouring out this costly anointing on our Lord Jesus and wiping His feet with her hair. (Matthew 26:6-13 and John 12:3-8). We also look at the painful comment made by Judas namely: ‘to what purpose is this waste?’ Jesus immediately linked her act of deep love and devotion, to His pending death. We do the same today.
Her ointment was precious but we are redeemed by much more precious blood as we read in I Peter 1:19 and in chapter 2:4,7 we see that Jesus is the Chief Cornerstone and to us who believe He certainly is most precious.
In Song of Solomon 1:3 He is prophetically referred to as having a Name which is ‘as ointment poured forth’.Â
We can say that Jesus is God’s great and most precious ‘Alabaster Box’ poured forth for our sins and iniquities. This fragrance of the work so great and so precious, still ‘fills the house’ of our Lord and particularly at this time of remembrance.
Betrayed by a disciple and denied by the leader amongst the disciples. Falsely accused by lying witnesses and judged guilty by hypocritical jealous clergy condemned by a godless governor. Yet He opened not His mouth. Buffeted, spat upon, beard and hair plucked out and His back ploughed open by the whip. The robe, the reed, the crowns of thorn and the object of ridicule of the soldiers.
In His own words we can say: ‘all they that see Me, laugh Me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head…’ (Psalm 22:7).
Then He is crucified and He cries out in verse 14 ‘ I am poured out like water, and all My bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax…’ Parched and with a tongue swollen to fill His mouth He says in verse 15 ‘My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and My tongue cleaves to My jaw…’ With every nerve strained and gathering His last bit of strength He cries out: ‘I thirst’. Never was there a thirst like this for it was not just bodily thirst but deep soul thirst for the souls of men.
God’s Great Alabaster Box was emptied completely. He was emptied not only of all of His Divine splendour, power and privileges but of all His humanity and was brought down into the dust. Never was there or will there ever be a deed to equal this. Never was there a greater price ever paid and we start understanding the pertinence of His question in Mark 8:37: ‘What shall a man give in exchange for his soul?’ Only one exchange could be made and that is this outpouring of the most precious ‘Ointment’ namely all of the Life of Jesus Christ.
This brings us to the question: Was this a waste? Have I availed myself fully of the benefits so dearly purchased for me at
There is another picture that we briefly want to bring to mind and that is of the ‘sweet incense beaten small’ that had to be taken by the High Priest into the
May we at this Easter Time, so to speak ‘fill our hands with sweet incense’, take all of Jesus, make Him and His precious work our own on a daily and even moment by moment basis. Bring the sweetness of the Lord Jesus and the fragrance of



