Hash House a go go. It's an amazing restaurant. Chicken and waffles, bacon and waffles, incredible mash potatoes, chicken pot pie, and super delicious pancakes. Everything is top notch. We just finished eating there with some friends from Houston. The only thing is that the portions are huge at this place, so we ended up having lots of leftovers. Not a bad thing, but imagine if I tell you about this awesome place and you get incredibly excited about it yet I serve you my leftovers from today rather than taking you to the restaurant. It's a big letdown isn't it?
Sometimes, I wonder if in our worship of God, we don't bring the best of the best to the table, but just offer him our leftovers. We offer him the leftover of our time, our resources, our energy and our talents. There's a story about Jesus and a woman where she anoints him with perfume. The perfume was incredibly expensive, probably worth a year's wages. This bottle of perfume was probably the most valuable item in their household. It might have even been a family heirloom that gets passed from generation to generation and serves as security in the event of war or famine!
The anointing of perfume was a normal thing that occurred when guests arrived from a long hot walk to get from one place to another. It's just a little freshining up before the dinner party, if that makes sense. So, maybe special guests get a few drops of this expensive perfume and ordinary joes like me get the dollar store special.
Anyway, you can imagine the shock of everyone when this woman breaks the jar and the house is filled with a sweet fragrance to honor this special guest! A year's worth of wages. The most valuable item, the family heirloom...just gone when the jar is broken. She held nothing back when it came to honor Jesus.
So when I think about the things I offer to Jesus, are they coming from the things that are most precious and valuable to me? It makes me think of when we donate our furniture away to church or to other non-profits, that when we are done with it, it's no longer good enough for us, but then somehow we think it's good enough for Jesus. Not that we have to give brand new stuff everytime, but it makes me think hard about my posture.
May we reflect upon our worship of Jesus. May we sense when we are offering leftovers. May we learn the beauty of broken jars that bring honor to Jesus.