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Shouting Stones: The Woman Anointer
This is one in a series of Lenten reflections on the men and women who became the "shouting stones" for Jesus on his way to the Cross. How do the actions of these everyday folk invite us in our Lenten journeys? In this reflection, pastor and spiritual director Elizabeth Nordquist reflects on the unnamed woman who anoints Jesus with expensive oil.
A Bearer of Beauty
She appears out of nowhere in the story of Jesus, unnamed, without resume, into the company that Jesus was keeping. Jesus himself is moving around in a perilous atmosphere with authorities trying to do away with him. He is keeping questionable company with one who is called Leper, an outcast either in his present condition or in past history. The Passover festival is two days away, and tensions are high in many quarters. And here she comes.
What she brings into this gathering is beauty: alabaster, a mineral stone that could become translucent in the right light; nard, an expensive scent used for calming and used for preparing bodies for burial; and an act of graceful touch, pouring the scented compound on Jesus' head. And the gallery says, "What a waste!" But for Jesus, the One who will be walking this lonesome journey, the beauty is not a waste. The RSV renders Jesus' words as, "She has done a beautiful thing to me," and it means something.
To a practical mind, beauty is not useful. For the economist, beauty does not balance the numbers. For the activist, beauty does not advance the cause. For the strategist, beauty does not give the upper hand. But Jesus, without addressing her directly in this text, affirms her presence and her actions in terms of who she is, what she does, and what the collateral blessing will be.
She has done what she could. As a woman she had no seat of power conferred on her from which to make decisions, or even enter the important conversations about the Jesus Way, about the current state of politics or the economy. Therefore, she begins where she is: What do I have? What can I do? What risks am I willing to take?
There is no way to know how to answer those questions for her. I wonder if she came from a wealthy family, had access to the wealth in the house, or saved the alabaster jar as an inheritance from a long time ago. But she began where she was. If she had been a 21st-century middle-class North American, the seductions would all beckoned her to rush out to buy something else, to hire someone to cater an event, to enlist the community to do something quite spectacular. But, what she did was spectacular enough. Doing what she could puts her in the company of the Little Shepherd Boy who played his drum for Jesus or the Clown of God who juggled to make the Baby Jesus smile. The train of bearers of the beautiful stretches out into our own stories—the one who gathers flowers from the garden to bring color to the drabness, the one who offers clean sheets and a well-lighted place to the traveler, the one who sings lullabies to tiny ones for their comfort and rest.
In some ways, according to Jesus, the woman with the alabaster jar is a forerunner of those who work for Hospice. Those professionals and volunteers have no power or mandate to stop death. However, they do what they can to accompany the dying one on the journey for physical life to life with the Mystery. They take great care to keep the dying one clean and comfortable.
Elizabeth Nordquist is a pastor, a teacher, a spiritual director, a family lover and a friend. She has written articles for the Presbyterian Church (USA), and preaches and teaches in a variety of places where she is called. She blogs at A Musing Amma at Patheos.