LOVE WITHOUT MEASURE (John 12:1-11)
Dear friends, brothers and sisters in Christ Jesus, imagine the house in Bethany enveloped in the evening peace. Lazarus, returned from the dead, sits at table with Jesus. Into this atmosphere of quiet joy, Mary enters. Wordlessly, she breaks an alabaster jar and pours on the Lord's feet a perfume of pure nard, of immense value. Then she unties her hair and dries it with absolute tenderness. It is a gesture of total, intimate, and scandalous love: Mary does not give an object, she gives herself. The perfume fills the house and becomes a prophecy: she is preparing the body of her Master for the burial that is now approaching. Judas reacts with apparent zeal: "Why this waste? The oil could have been sold for three hundred denarii and given to the poor!" But his heart is far away; He doesn't love the poor; he loves money. Jesus defends Mary with the sweetest and most profound words: "Let her alone. She has kept it for the day of my burial. You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have me." In that "let her alone," resounds all of God's tenderness toward those who love without measure.