Divine Whispers | Viju Jeremiah Traven
The Gospel Of Christ According to Your Life (Part 3)
My precious vessel of glory, My beloved bride, do you remember Mary of Bethany? Let Me tell you why her act moved My heart so deeply, and why I declared, “Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this Gospel shall be preached throughout the whole world, this also that she hath done shall be spoken of for a memorial of her” (Matthew 26:13; Mark 14:9).
She Chose the Better Part
While “Martha was cumbered about much serving” (Luke 10:40), Mary boldly chose to sit at My feet in quietness, drinking in My words. “Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her” (Luke 10:42). She understood what others missed, that I was worth more than the busy work of serving, worth more than the approval of those who couldn’t understand the profound devotion of Mary.
She Understood the Hour
There comes a moment in every life when love demands extravagance, when devotion breaks every box of “reasonable” worship. Mary alone perceived that My death was imminent. With “ointment of spikenard, very costly” (John 12:3), she came, not with words or lectures, but with prophetic action. I told them, “She is come beforehand to anoint My body to the burying” (Mark 14:8). She didn’t wait until it was too late, until My lifeless Body was sealed in a tomb. She anointed Me while I could still feel her tears, while I could still breathe in the fragrance of her sacrifice.
She Gave Everything Without Counting the Cost
“Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped His feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment” (John 12:3). That alabaster box represented her future, likely a year’s wages, her inheritance, her security. But “she broke the box, and poured it on My head”(Mark 14:3). The breaking was intentional, irreversible, extravagant. Once broken, it could never be sealed again. There was no careful measuring, no holding back, only reckless, abandoned love.
She Loved Without Calculation
Judas protested: “Why was this ointment not sold for three hundred pence, and given to the poor” (John 12:5) ? The disciples were indignant at Mary. But I silenced them all: “Let her alone; why trouble ye her? she hath wrought a good work on Me… She hath done what she could” (Mark 14:6, 8). Not what others expected, not what seemed reasonable to the calculating mind, but what love compelled, what the heart demanded.
I also told them, “For ye have the poor with you always, and whensoever ye will ye may do them good: but Me ye have not always” (Mark 14:7). Mary understood the kairos moment, the appointed time when eternity breaks into chronos moment, when what matters most must take precedence over what merely matters.
Her Worship Spoke Louder Than All Words
She didn’t preach or lecture, yet “the house was filled with the odour of the ointment” (John 12:3). Her extravagant sacrifice became a life-changing sermon that still echoes wherever My Gospel is preached. She unveiled Me as Yeshua, Moshi’a HaOlam, The Savior of the World. For it is written: “Thy name is as ointment poured forth” (Song of Solomon 1:3), and “we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish” (2 Corinthians 2:15).
The Alabaster Moment
My darling bride, I am not looking for your leftovers but your alabaster, the most precious thing you possess, broken and poured out in agape. In this sacred romance, there comes a moment when love demands extravagance, when devotion breaks every box of “reasonable” worship and pours out everything without counting the cost.
I ask you what I asked Peter: “Do you love Me more than these” (John 21:15)? The world will always cry “Waste!” when you pour out your life for Me. They will calculate what else you could have done with your time, your talents, your treasure. But I am keeping account differently. What seems extravagant to them is “a sweet savour” to Me (Ephesians 5:2).
Mary represents you, My bride, in your worship and devotion. She sat at My feet when others were distracted. She anointed My feet when others plotted My death. She broke her alabaster jar when others held back with nothing. And when you worship like this, and hold nothing back, the fragrance doesn’t just fill the room; it fills Heaven.
Come, beloved. Break the box. Hold nothing back. Pour out your most precious offering at My feet. Let your worship be so abandoned, so complete, that all of Heaven takes notice and the whole house is filled with the fragrance of your love.
For I held nothing back for you. Paul said: “He that spared not His own Son, but delivered His Son up for us all, how shall the Abba not with Christ also freely give us all things” (Romans 8:32)? I gave My life as a ransom for you. “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends” (John 15:13). It is written: “We love him, because he first loved us.” (1 John 4:19)
Break the Box
Break the box you’ve earned, My beloved. I am worth it all. For “where your treasure is, there will your heart be also” (Matthew 6:21). And your love affair, will rise as a memorial, “a sweet smelling savour unto God” (Ephesians 5:2). What you pour out in faith will not vanish into the Earth, but will ascend as “incense” before My throne (Revelation 8:4), perfuming every season of your life and echoing through eternity.
The spikenard you labored to purchase, the alabaster you break in Spirit and Truth, this becomes your “memorial before God” (Acts 10:4). For “she hath done what she could” (Mark 14:8), and so shall you. “Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.” (Ecclesiastes 12:13) But I say to you: With all your heart, love God, and break your box, for this is the whole desire of My heart.
Come now. The hour is late. “The night cometh, when no man can work” (John 9:4). But while you still have breath, while I am still speaking to your heart to proact or react, pour out everything. Hold nothing back. “And now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love” (1 Corinthians 13:13).
Break the box, beloved. Let the fragrance fill the House of Glory. Let Heaven breathe in your worship. And let all who witness say, “She loved her Lord so much” (Luke 7:47). Your Bridegroom, forever calling you to the alabaster moment “For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love, which ye have shewed toward his name”(Hebrews 6:10).
Prayer
My Jesus, let me break every alabaster box at Your feet, pouring out the costliest treasure of my wholehearted love (John 12:3). May the fragrance of my devotion fill every room I enter, declaring You alone are worthy to receive extravagant worship (Psalm 45:8). I choose the better part, to sit at Your feet, to listen to Your voice, to love You without reservation or regret (Luke 10:42).
Reflection
I am Mary, and He is my everything, the One worth every drop of precious oil, every moment of intimate adoration (Philippians 3:8). In this sacred romance, worship is not duty but delight, not obligation but the overflow of a heart utterly captivated by Love Himself (Song of Songs 1:3). My Bridegroom receives my offering and immortalizes it, wherever the Gospel is preached, our love story is told (Matthew 26:13).
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