26:13 KJV) Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in
the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be
told for a memorial of her.
are certain stories in the Bible that paint such a vivid picture that they linger
in one’s mind long after they have been read. Our text happens to be one of
those stories that seem to replay itself over and over again in your mind.
of the goodness of her heart the young lady in our text took her very own
possession (her costly perfume), and poured it over the head of Jesus as a love
offering. The results of her generous offering provoked the religious spirits
in the room to start screaming out. The sad thing is…it was the disciples from whom
the religious screams came from.
could the disciples (of all people), begrudge Jesus of receiving such a love
offering from someone who was so devoted to Him? Apparently there was still
some question in their minds as to whom Jesus really was. There did not seem to
be any question at all in the mind of the young lady giving the offering.
disciples thought a better use of the perfume would be to sell it and give the
money to the poor. In other words…in their mind, the poor were a higher
priority that the Son of Man.
I love Jesus’ response to the
disciples after He rebuked them. He said, “Wheresoever this gospel shall be
preached in the whole world, there
shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her”.
thought of actually doing something for the Lord worthy of it being a “ng a ‘memorial’the Son of Man. memorial”
is quite amazing. I desire to do such a thing.
while ministering in Hungary,
I witnessed something there that also had a lingering effect on me as the story
did in our text. The mayor of this particular village was a woman who had been
serving this village for about a dozen years. Among her many accomplishments, she
did something that will forever replay itself in my mind.
a world where babies are aborted by the millions, this mayor built a beautiful
city park as a memorial to each baby born in her village. This park has lots of
walkways, rose gardens, park benches and a large gazebo in the center. Each
time a baby is born the mayor has a rose bush planted in the park to celebrate the
new birth. The babies name is then printed on the gazebo for everyone to see.
do not know if the mayor is a Christian…nor am I sure I will ever meet her, but
her kindness really moved my heart. Upon learning of her kindness toward babies
I stopped on the street next to her house and sat in the car and prayed for her
and her family. As the kind act of the lady in our text was a memorial of her
good works, so is the building of the park to remember babies a memorial to the
mayor’s “good works.”
it would be good for all of us to reevaluate our works to see whether they fit
into the category of “good works” or just works.
the lady in our text nor the mayor of the Hungarian village did their “good
works” to be a memorial to themselves. Lord, help us not to work for personal recognition,
but help our works to fit into the category of “good works” unto the Lord.