Wasted?

A poem from meditating on the anointing of Jesus in Mark 14.

Wasted?

It was costly.
She must have known the value,
She must have felt the worth.

It was extravagant.
She went beyond what was expected,
She poured it all out.

It was of inestimable value.
No price could be put on that which was spilled.

“What a waste!” They snarled,
Thinking of all the better ways to spend such a fortune.

An unnamed woman,
With her over-the-top sacrifice.
Her story became a part of His story.

It was costly.
The Father knew the value.
He felt the worth.

It was extravagant.
He went beyond what anyone could even imagine.
Jesus poured it all out.

The blood of Jesus, priceless.
No price could be put on that which was spilled.

Why waste Jesus on a cross?
There must be a better way,
Without the pain, the sacrifice, the humiliation.

Jesus, the name above all names,
With His over-the-top sacrifice,
Wasted not a drop.