While Jesus was in Bethany at the house of Simon who had a serious skin disease, as He was reclining at the table, a woman came with an alabaster jar of pure and expensive fragrant oil of nard. She broke the jar and poured it in His head. But some were expressing indignation to one another: “Why has this fragrant oil been wasted? For this oil might have been sold for more than 300 denarii (almost a year’s wages) and given to the poor.”

Then Jesus said, “Leave her alone… I assure you: Wherever this gospel is proclaimed in the whole world, what this woman has done will also be told in memory of her.” Mark 14:3-6, 9

Mary’s actions became a story. Jesus made sure the story would be told and retold. She received eternal life because of Jesus, but he also gave her immortality through the retelling of this story.

Reading this, I stepped back. It made me stop and hit the “Page Up” button on my own story. I am currently re-reading it with this question in mind: What have I done that’s a story worth re-telling?

When I step away from this computer, I’m going to try to live the extravagant grace that made Jesus the most told story in history. Like Mary, Martha, Lazarus and the disciples, I’m going to step out with His story in mind and try to tie mine on to it. Ready or not, here I go…