Memorable Memorial
Have you ever felt you were invisible? Perhaps you have sometimes felt you
were so insignificant nobody knew you even existed?
I have a garden shrub like that. It is weak and spindly and it leans on the
trees growing around it for support. It weaves its way up through their branches
and is so hidden you don’t really see it.
Its leaves are insignificant and its flowers are just five simple, white petals
forming a miniature saucer.
However, it has one attribute that makes it stand out from every other plant in
the garden and that is its perfume.
It is sweet and heady and you can smell it from the other end of the house and
all down through the garden. For a few brief weeks every year, visitors close
their eyes, sniff, and ask, ‘What is that heavenly perfume?’
Invisible and insignificant the shrub may be but its perfume is its memorial.
It reminds me of an uninvited, insignificant woman who broke open a jar of
perfume at the feet of Jesus. He said, ‘Wherever the gospel is proclaimed
throughout the world, what she has done will be told as her memorial,’ Mark
14:9.
Her jar of perfume, like my shrub’s perfume, was her memorial.
Perhaps you, also, have a hidden memorial jar. Will you break it open at the
feet of Jesus?
Elizabeth Price