She poured it all out
— Fragrance, Love, and the Soul’s Response to Christ
“The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.” — John 12:3
It happened in the quiet village of Bethany—six days before Passover. Jerusalem was humming with the noise of pilgrimage and preparation. But just outside the city, in the home of Lazarus, a quieter miracle was unfolding.
Mary, the one who always sat at Jesus’ feet, did something bold and beautiful. She broke open a jar of pure nard—worth a year’s wages—and anointed Jesus’ feet. Then, in an act of stunning humility, she wiped them with her hair.
The room was filled with fragrance.
But not everyone approved. Judas muttered about waste. Others looked on in confusion. Still, Mary said nothing. Her act of love, extravagant and unashamed, said everything.
And this wasn’t the only time a woman poured perfume on Jesus. Across the Gospels, four women step into sacred space and anoint Him. Their stories are often confused, or worse, collapsed into one. But they aren’t the same—and that’s the beauty of it.
Each story is a window.
Each woman, a mirror.
Each act, a fragrance of its own.
The Temptation to Harmonize
Our instinct is to smooth the differences, to force these stories to agree. But what if the Gospel writers weren’t aiming for a perfect chronology, but rather painting a portrait of love—layered and multifaceted?
Truth doesn’t always live in tidy timelines. Sometimes, it speaks through mystery. Through tension. Through the differing voices of people who saw Jesus from different angles.
And in these four stories, we find not contradiction, but invitation:
Come closer. Look deeper. Love more fully.
Four Women. Four Stories. One Christ.
Luke 7: A Woman Weeping
A woman with a sinful past crashes a Pharisee’s dinner party. She falls at Jesus’ feet, washes them with her tears, and dries them with her hair. Her story is one of repentance. Her love flows from being forgiven. She teaches us: no one is too far gone for grace.
Matthew 26 & Mark 14: A Woman Boldly Anointing
An unnamed woman enters the home of Simon the leper and pours perfume on Jesus’ head. Her act is prophetic. She is preparing Him for burial—even though no one else sees it. The disciples criticize her, but Jesus defends her. Her story is one of boldness—of sacrificial love that doesn’t wait for approval.
John 12: Mary of Bethany, Silently Pouring
Mary doesn’t speak. She simply pours. She has known Jesus deeply, listened closely, and she understands what is coming. Her love is contemplative—born not from guilt or desperation, but from quiet intimacy. Her story is one of deep knowing.
The Soul’s Journey in Each Woman
These women don’t just represent different moments in Jesus’ ministry.
They represent us.
The Penitent Soul (Luke):
Have you come from a place of deep brokenness? Do you carry shame, guilt, regret? Your tears are welcome at Jesus’ feet. He meets you with forgiveness and love.
The Prophetic Soul (Matthew & Mark):
Do you feel the call to act boldly, even when others misunderstand you? Your courage to love Jesus lavishly, without explanation, is a holy offering.
The Contemplative Soul (John):
Have you been sitting at Jesus’ feet, quietly understanding, quietly loving? Your silent acts of devotion—the ones no one else sees—are precious to Him.
Love that Looks Foolish
Mary poured out perfume worth a year’s wages. That’s reckless, right?
But love, real love, is never about calculating cost. It’s about recognizing worth. Mary knew Jesus was worthy. So she poured it all out.
She didn’t argue. She didn’t explain. She just loved.
Her love looked foolish. But in Jesus’ eyes, it was beautiful.
What Will You Pour Out?
Maybe you’re holding something back.
Maybe there’s a costly love you’re afraid to give.
A gift you hesitate to offer.
A piece of yourself you’ve kept sealed away.
Jesus invites you, like Mary, to pour it out.
Not because you have to.
But because He’s worth it.
The Fragrance Lingers
When Mary poured the perfume, the scent didn’t stay in the jar—it filled the house.
That’s what happens when we love Jesus freely. The fragrance of that love lingers. It marks the space. It marks us.
Let your life be that fragrance.
Let your repentance, your boldness, your quiet devotion—fill the house.
Let it draw others not to you, but to the One who is always worthy.
She poured it all out.
Will you?
