She came, not to hear a sermon, though the greatest Teacher was there. She came, not to make a request, though the beneficent Lord was there. She came to anoint her Lord. She did not open the box and pour out some of its contents. She BROKE the box. Nothing again would fill it. It would be used for no other purpose. She spoke no word, yet the Lord immortalized the memory of her ministry. Oh! how He appreciates such tokens of love for Him.

There came a woman having an alabaster box of ointment of spikenard very precious; and she brake the box, and poured it on His head. – Mark 14:3

J. Boyd Nicholson

Let me love Thee more and more till this fleeting life is o’ver;
Till my soul is lost in love in a brighter world above.
The word translated “world” is really as far as your mind can reach. The Preacher here sets forth both the glory and the misery of men. To be made for eternity and forced to dwell in time is a tragedy of huge proportions. All within us cries for life and permanence. While everything around us reminds us of mortality and change. Yet that God has made us of the stuff of eternity is both a glory yet to be realized and a prophecy yet to be fulfilled.

He hath set the world (without end – the vanishing point) in their heart. – Ecclesiastes 3:11

A. W. Tozer

Brief life is here our portion, brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The life that knows no ending, the tearless life is there.
There God, our King and Portion, in fullness of His grace,
We then shall see forever, and worship face to face.

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