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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

At His Feet

One day I was reading the story about Mary anointing Jesus’ feet. Suddenly God opened my eyes to see something I hadn’t noticed before.

There are three times when Mary of Bethany is mentioned (once in Luke and twice in John). In each story, of three very different situations, she had the same posture before Jesus.

“As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said.-Luke 10:38-39

“When Mary reached the place where Jesus was and saw him, she fell at his feet and said, ‘Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.’” -John 11:32

“Here a dinner was given in Jesus’ honor. Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with him. Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.” -John 12:2-3

Jesus commended Mary as a woman who had chosen the best part. And she found it at Jesus' feet. 

Perhaps Mary's posture helped her have a humble, listening heart. Or perhaps her heart prompted her humble, seeking posture. Either way, I think her life is a beautiful picture for us.

Whatever our circumstances, may we draw near to Jesus, kneel down, and look up - to His eyes, His face, His love and grace. 


At Your Feet

At your feet I sit,
Listening to your voice,
Receiving your truth, words of life.
No better place to be,
So amazed that you’re here with me.

At your feet I fall
When pain and sorrows overwhelm,
When tears flow unchecked,
Pouring out my heart to you,
And knowing you weep too.

At your feet I kneel
In humble adoration, extravagant worship,
Expressing my love for you.
Gazing upon your face,
Wrapped in your sweet fragrance.

At your feet help me stay,
In every season,
Sweet or sorrowful, divine or mundane,
Remembering who I am and who you are -
Jesus, my ever-present, gracious Savior.

(by Joanna K. Harris) 

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