Aware of this, Jesus said to them, “Why are you bothering this woman? She has done a beautiful thing to me.” “I tell you the truth, wherever this gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her.” Matthew 26:10, 13
“What she has done will also be told, in memory of her,” and now when I think of the gospel, the meaning along with examples, I do remember the humble woman who loved Jesus so much she anointed his head with expensive perfume, even though she was condemned by thoughs around her. What are people thinking about when the memory/thought of ME jumps into their heads????
A couple of weeks back I mentioned how I had “experienced” a Boston Red Sox game and now I am a fan. I’d like to explain that it wasn’t only the game taking place, it was the atmosphere in the building!
The decor in the building looked like a time capsule had been opened and memorabilia displayed for all to see. The brick had painted advertisements like they had done 50+ years ago and the smell of popcorn and hot dogs, along with donuts and steak, permeated the air. Everyone was smiling.
The fans were gracious as people had to get in and out of rather tight rows and were kind enough to pass food or drinks, without evil looks or disgust, as sometimes takes place. The most fun, though, was when the crowd would break into the song of “Sweet Caroline” (“Bum, bum, buuuum” is now going through my mind). Evident ally, this has been the unofficial theme song of the BRS since 2002 but the park radiated the song and you could feel the “BUUUMS” as they boomed–too much fun!
The memory that stands out the most, however, was the man doing the wave. I’ve seen these done, but not to this extent.
He stood up and, after getting the attention a few rows of people behind him, shouted,”ONE, TWO, THREE!” and the wave traveled all of about 12 people. He started again,”ONE, TWO, THREE!” aaaand the same 12 people. I watched as he shouted the same thing over and over and over again. In my head I was thinking,”Dude, give it up!” but he didn’t, he persisted on. After a good 5 minutes of him yelling, the wave began to creep. The 12 turned to 36, then 80 or so and then was about 1/8 around the stadium. All the while I was thinking, “Good effort, now let ‘er go,” but on he went, over and over until I saw the creep turn to a slow jog. The wave that started 25 rows below me was reflected all the way around the stadium, not once, or twice, but I lost count after 6, 7, or maybe 8 rounds! What??!!!
Now whenever I think of a Boston Red Sox game, the man who wouldn’t quit will be first and foremost in my memory. This is just like the woman who loved Jesus so much she anointed his head with EXTREMELY expensive oil, and who knows, maybe it cost her all she had, but her sacrifice will always be remembered.
Now my thoughts: though people may not remember my name, will any of my actions make lasting memories for others? Will yours?
Until next week: Blessings!