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The Scent

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iStock_000002316993XSmallAs she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them.” Luke 7:38

“Is that Shalimar I smell?” asked the gracious woman. “It’s been a long time since I’ve smelled it.” I had tried so hard to follow the strict guidelines as I prepared for my visit to the Dawson State Jail as part of the Texas Hope Literacy worship team. No jewelry, no cell phones, closed-toe shoes and the list continued. I don’t remember anything about perfume on the procedures, but in retrospect I guess that should have been common sense. I didn’t remember applying my usual squirt of perfume that morning, but perhaps it was on my clothes. My “Debi” response would have been, “Yes, it is. Do you like it? It was a birthday gift from my husband.” That would have been the wrong answer in so many ways in this situation. I stumbled over my words for a minute and simply replied, “Yes, it is.”

We gathered in our groups, shared Bible verses, prayer requests and gave thanks for the spirit-filled music that we sang. But the scent of Shalimar and this tender woman’s days gone-by hung in the air. You see, this gray-haired lover of Christ, wearing a white jumpsuit like all of the other women with whom she lived, had a past that is not my business, a future that is not mine to direct, but a present that we honored together.  This time was ours to share because of a scent. As we prayed, I felt like the woman who wept at Jesus’ feet, unworthy to worship with these women – women whom the love of God poured out through the words of their songs, in the light of their eyes and as they clutched their worn Bibles.

As we finished, my tears could have wet the feet of this woman. Not tears of sorrow or despair, but in celebration of knowing that we share the same Lord. The One of hope, not despair; the One of community, not loneliness; her Jesus, my Jesus, He’s the same for all. I wanted to hug her that night and slip her a bottle of Shalimar in exchange for the gift that she gave me, but I couldn’t even touch her. Another rule, but I pray the scent of my clothes found its way into her worn jumpsuit, or into her hair, because the scent of her love for Christ found its way into my heart.

Points to Ponder:

1.  Where is the last time you have truly seen Jesus?

2.  How would you describe your days gone-by?

3.  How would you describe your Lord?

Pray with Me:

Dear Lord of all,

Your essence follows us as we live with You in our lives. Open our noses so we can breathe in this heavenly gift.

Sniffing the air…

 

 

 

Its a Hot Flash!

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He asked them, ‘What are you discussing together as you walk along?’ One of them, named Cleopas, asked him, ‘Are you the only one visiting Jerusalem who does not know the things that have happened there in these days?’”  “It is true! The Lord has risen and has appeared to Simon.”  Luke 24:17, 18, 34Businesswoman in Menopause

It came on me like a hot flash.  Minutes earlier, I had strutted into First United Methodist Church in Ft. Worth with my family, parading down the aisle in my Easter finery, reveling in the compliment given to me by Alice, the greeter.  I could tell Alice was definitely a fashionista because of the lovely royal-blue hat with a snappy yellow bow that adorned her head.  I must admit that I felt a moment of envy, but since it was Easter, I quickly dismissed my covetous thoughts and continued my strut down the aisle.

When the minister began the service, we stood up, and I heard those words that we hear every Easter morning, “He has risen, He has risen indeed.”  Suddenly my lip began to quiver, and tears streamed down my face.  I was puzzled and asked myself, “What is the source of these unexpected and overwhelming emotions?”  I wasn’t sweating like my normal hot flashes, so I chalked it up to nostalgia of Easter holidays gone by.  Then when we began to sing “Christ the Lord is Risen Today”, the tears flowed again, and that same warm feeling surrounded my heart.  I couldn’t figure out what was happening.  Strangely, the answer came to me as if Cleopas and his traveling buddy were talking to me on the road to Emmaus.  “Where have you been, Debra Jean?  I can’t believe you don’t know what’s been going on!”

I guess an honest response would have been, “Well, if you must know, at the mall of course, searching for my dress and these essential purple shoes that I was told added a “pop” to my Easter finery.  Then I was assembling Easter baskets for the kids and sending cards to my friends.  What a dumb question!  It’s Easter after all, what am I supposed to be doing?”

But then I would have added that this year I also made time to go to church during Holy Week to hear the sermons, read the prayers, and thank Him for loving me.  Amongst the eggs, the bunnies and my new shoes, I managed to put Jesus smack in the middle of my life.  So what was it about this year that made my heart burst so?  Could it be that I fell in love with my Savior again?  I never thought it was possible to love my Lord more, but if this feeling were a true hot flash, I would have been fanning myself with the program, not drying my tears.

On this resurrection Sunday Jesus appeared to me like He did to Simon.  He came alive in me with three simple words, “Christ has risen.”  The thought of Him giving His life for me stirs my heart and penetrates my soul like the nails in His holy hands.

So there you go, Cleopas, I’m not so unaware after all.  I’m just reveling in His glory and love.  May He continue to be alive in all of us.

Points to Ponder:

1. Do you have a  Resurrection day story?

2. Is there something that makes your heart burst?

3. How is Christ alive in you? Do you feel Him or share Him with others?

Pray with me:

Dear Risen Christ, we strut through our lives sharing our glory, but how often do we strut for You? How often do we show the world Your glory?

Guide us to be walking advertisements of Your love, so others may see Easter in us everyday.

Holy Week ~ Glorious Sunday

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“Walk in the newness of life.”  Romans 6:4Holy Week

Sometimes we hit the wall as we live our hectic lives and our time with God goes rushing by. Pause and take a second glance into the tomb of your life.  You might be surprised Who you might meet, Who will make your life anew.

Pray with me:

Dear Father of All,

Please don’t let us miss You.  Mary Magdalene and the other Mary rushed by Your Son on the side of the road without a second glance.  Our lives are so hectic that our time to be with You goes rushing by, and sometimes we miss our time to walk in newness. Make our hearts anew so we will take a second glance into the tomb of our lives and not miss You, Holy One.

 

Holy Week ~ Saturday

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“It is no longer I who live, but it Christ who lives in me.”  Galatians 2:20Holy Week

We are, by the grace of God, equipped to be present for the others in our lives. Not just our friends and family, but the “others” who cross our path holding a sign in need of food, on the corner we pass each day.  God is present for us, may we let Him fill us so we can share His gift.  How is God present for you?

Pray with me:

Oh Holy of Holies,

“Truly this man was the Son of God!” were the words of the centurion as he stood in front of Jesus.  He was there and heard Your Son cry out to You, Father.  Open our hearts to let You live in us, so we can hear the cries of those around us who need Your love.  Help us to welcome Your presence and fill us, so we can share Your gift.

 

Holy Week ~ Good Friday

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“I pray that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.”  Ephesians 3:19 Holy Week

To be filled with the Spirit, we first must be emptied, a frightening thought.  Only one thing satisfies the longing of the soul, the one thing Jesus said was needed, God.

Stand with your arms upraised.  Let the Spirit of Christ fill you, entering every cell of your body.  With each breath ask God to fill you.  With each exhalation let go of the ego desires that take up space in you.  Stay in the silence for a few minutes.

Pray with me:

Oh Tender One,

Empty us, Dear God.  We want to sit at Your feet like Mary, as Your Son hung on the cross. With lives full of distractions it is difficult to find room for You.  Help us satisfy the longing of our souls as we sit in prayer with You.