Sometimes I forget that Jesus was and is a physical person. This verse reminds me of that. His friends and disciples knew him as a person. "You won't always have me" he says, and lets this woman, his friend, pour perfume on him as an act of love. Something about all that makes me sad. Besides the fact that his life on earth was coming to a close, it is this level of friendship and intimacy I don't have. Something I long for. Imagine having that kind of friendship with Jesus. Literally sitting with him, walking with him, talking with him as friends do. It's not something abstract or symbolic. His disciples actually had that relationship with him because he was and is a physical person. I spend time in prayer, I know people who are very close to God, but I feel deeply this fact that I see through a glass darkly. I cannot touch him or see him or hear him... In heaven I will know him even as he knows me. That is encouraging. But I always want to cry when I am reminded of the things we are still waiting for. I suppose it is my soul longing for home... And longing for Jesus.
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