Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. Mary took a pound of costly perfume made of pure nard, anointed Jesus' feet, and wiped them with her hair. Jesus said, "She bought it so that she might keep it for the day of my burial.” —John 12. 3,7
The angel of your death anoints your feet with fragrant oil and dries them with her hair.
She loves you, and gives the sadness of your dying, the sacredness of your living back to you.
She alone feels your death approaching, knows how precious is your life, how fleeting.
She gives you, before you enter the world's wound, her healing balm.
Only thus anointed will these feet lead you to stand with those who suffer.
Befriend your mortality. Attend to the hands of death on your feet, the fragrance of the present.
Always there are the dreams, the opportunities, but she awakens you to this moment.
Welcome her gift, the deep desire that in this time you do what is in you to do.
Let her touch you so closely, arouse you to live while you can.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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