What if this fragrant oil is everything that has ever meant anything?
What if this alabastar flask is our very lives and the oil is all of our dreams, hopes, and desires.
To take our flasks and break them open giving up our oil, which is everything that is really anything, and its all worship unto this King.
I hear the peoples of society saying...
"Why this waste? Why this waste?
For this fragrant oil might have been sold for much and given to the poor!
What a waste! A life wasted and thrown down the drain!
When this life could have been used for fortune, business, or fame!
What a waste we say!"
Then I hear the King say...
"Leave my child be for my child has done a good and pleasing work unto me.
May the whole world know that this life was not a waste in time.
May this be a memorial of her love and devotion of faith.
Beautiful worship in preparation."
I then hear the child say...
"What is this life anyway? I live for another day."
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