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Blessed Easter
Mark 16:1-8
When the sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. They had been saying to one another, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?” When they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had already been rolled back. As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man, dressed in a white robe, sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed. But he said to them, “Do not be alarmed; you are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has been raised; he is not here. Look, there is the place they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him, just as he told you.” So they went out and fled from the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.
About those spices…. I hear “spices,” and I think of oregano for Italian gravy, cumin for chili, cardamon for Swedish coffee cake. I don’t think mortuary science. Thank heaven, then, for Google! It taught me that in this context, “spices” is a generic term used for substances used to temporarily counteract the odor of decay. People in first century Palestine didn’t “embalm” bodies as we do with formaldehyde, or as the ancient Egyptians did. Their “spices” didn’t prevent decomposition ; like a modern-day air freshener they simply (and briefly) covered up the evidence.
Frankincense was often used to make anointing oil fragrant. Does that ring a bell?? “Gold, frankincense and myrrh” — three gifts given to a Babe born in Bethlehem: gold because He is a king, frankincense because He is God, myrrh because He is a man, destined to die. In this case, frankincense and myrrh mingle to become the oil which anoint the dead: God and man in one person, Jesus of Nazareth, crucified — and risen!
The women buy the spices and haul them to the memorial garden in which they think Jesus is buried; but of course the tomb is empty and the spices go unused. He did not go unanointed, though. The woman with the alabaster jar prepared His body for burial while He still lived and laughed and dined at the house of Simon the leper (Mark 14.3-9). The children who walked the Way of the Cross during Good Morning, Good Friday, learned how that unnamed lady broke open an alabaster jar of perfume and poured it on His head in loving devotion… which the kids thought was pretty bizarre, but Jesus thought was pretty wonderful! (”She has done what she could; she has anointed my body beforehand for its burial. Truly, I tell you, wherever the good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her.” Mark 14.8-9)
She did what she could; in Jesus’ eyes, the offering was enough. We have done what we could with our Lenten observance; in Jesus’ eyes it is enough. The most perfectly disciplined living out of prayer, fasting and almsgiving, could not have raised Jesus Christ from the dead. Only the Father could do that. He did. Not because of us. Not despite us. For love’s sake. Alleluia!
Dear Father in heaven, we line up our little tasks to gain Your approval, sometimes stockpiling spices to wrap up a body coursing with life! Thank You for both accepting what we bring and making our ministrations unnecessary with Your uncanny, unmatched ability to bring life out of death. “Christ is risen, alleluia! He is risen indeed, alleluia!” Amen.
Pastor Mary Virginia Farnham
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