The women of Faith who followed were those who cared for Jesus on a daily basis, and did not cease their care once he had died. The practice of honoring a loved one in death with costly spices reminds me that we also must preserve Him in our own daily lives. In that void they must have felt, of uncertainty and loss, did they follow Him to His grave in a somber procession with Joseph? Did they busy themselves with this business out of cultural habit because it was the right thing to do; or did their sorrow cloud their faith? Did they think He would return and reassure them so soon? We speak of His return and hope that our words are fragrant and pleasing to Him and His children. These words may be our perfumes, and as faith must be intertwined with its offspring of works--our love for one another may be the spices we spread before the King’s coming. Despite whatever waver or doubt may creep upon us in dark times, let us always do the mothers’ work, the loving deeds that God sees.
Lord, God who is with us always, let us know Your presence and strengthen our faith that we may do what is right always. Amen.
Brittany Sorey