She came not to hear a sermon, although the first of Teachers was there; to sit as His feet and hear His word (Luke 10:39) was not her purpose now, blessed as that was in its proper place. She came not to make her requests known to Him. Time was, when in deepest submission to His will, she had fallen at His feet, saying, “Lord, if Thou hadst been here, my brother had not died” (John 11:32); but to pour out her supplications to Him as her only resource, was not now her thought, for her brother was seated at the table. She came not to meet the saints, though precious saints were there, for it says, “Jesus loved Martha...and Lazarus” (John 11:5). Fellowship with them was blessed likewise, and doubtless, of frequent occurrence; but fellowship was not her object now. She came not after the weariness and toil of a week’s battling with the world to be refreshed from Him, though surely she, like every saint, had learned the trials of the wilderness; and none more than she, probably, knew the blessed springs of refreshment that were in Him. But she came, and that, too, at the moment when the world was expressing its deepest hatred of Him, to pour out what she long had treasured up (v. 7), that which was most valuable to her, all she had on earth upon the person of the One whose love had made her heart captive, and absorbed her affections. She thought not of Simon, the leper —she passed the disciples by—her brother and her sister in the flesh and in the Lord, engaged not her attention then— “Jesus only” filled her soul—her eye was on Him—her heart beat true to Him—her hands and feet were subservient to her eye and to her heart, as she “anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped His feet with her hair.”
Adoration, homage, worship, blessing, was her one thought, and that in honor of the One who was “all in all” to her; and surely such worship was most refreshing to Him.
The unspiritual (v. 4) might murmur, but He upheld her cause, and showed how He could appreciate and value the grateful tribute of a heart that knew His worth and preciousness, and could not be silent as to it. A lasting record is preserved of what worship really is by the One who accepted it, and of the one who rendered it.
And now, dear reader, is this your mode of worship, or do you on the Lord’s day go to hear a sermon, say your prayers, meet the saints, or be refreshed after your six days’ toil? O, if every eye were on the Lord alone; if every heart were true to Him; if we were each determined to see “no man. . . save Jesus only” what full praise there would be! Not with alabaster boxes now, but our bodies filled with the Holy Ghost—a stream of thanksgiving, of worship of the highest character would ascend in honor of the blessed One that now adorns the glory as He once adorned the earth. Be it ours thus to worship Him in spirit and in truth. Amen!