She Had to Keep This Scent for the Day of My Burial

The scent of fresh bread and flickering lamps envelops me as I recline at the table in Bethany, surrounded by dear friends. But amidst the earthly comforts, Mary approaches, her presence filled with a love that transcends words.

As she kneels before me with her alabaster jar, I feel a surge of emotions welling up within. The fragrance of pure nard fills the room, mingling with the weight of what lies ahead. I know the road I must walk—the path to the cross—but in this moment, Mary’s love offers a respite, a glimpse of grace amidst the impending sacrifice.

As the oil cascades over my feet, I am overwhelmed by a sense of both gratitude and sorrow. Gratitude for Mary’s selfless act of devotion, and sorrow for the pain that awaits. Each drop of perfume is a reminder of what is to come—a preparation for the ultimate sacrifice, my body anointed for burial.

But amidst the turmoil of my thoughts, I see beyond the surface. I see the depth of Mary’s love, her willingness to give all she has in adoration. And in her act, I find solace, a reminder of the love that sustains me through the darkest hours.

Judas’s words cut through the moment, questioning the extravagance of Mary’s gift. But I understand. I see the beauty in her sacrifice, the depth of her faith. And so, I defend her, knowing that her love speaks volumes, even in the face of misunderstanding.

As I gaze upon Mary, I see not only her love but also the love of my Father, reflected in her devotion. And I am reminded that, despite the trials that lie ahead, I am not alone. In the midst of uncertainty, I find strength in the love that surrounds me—in Mary’s offering, in the presence of my friends, and in the knowledge that my Father’s love will sustain me through it all.

So as I prepare to face the road ahead, I am filled with a sense of peace—a peace that comes from knowing that, no matter what may come, love will always prevail. And as I look upon Mary’s act of love, I am reminded of the greater love that awaits—the love that will lead me to lay down my life for the sake of all humanity. (Media Team)

The text above is an adaptation of the Gospel reading for Monday of Holy Week. For the actual scripture, please refer to the Catholic Daily Missal. This adaptation is intended purely as an aid for reflection.