They are the treasures which
his great heart covets by Alexander Smele from the Hour of Silence
1899 When a woman who had lived a
sinful life in that town learned that Jesus was eating at the
Pharisee's house, she brought an alabaster jar of perfume.
And as she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to
wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her
hair, kissed them, and poured perfume on them. Luke chapter
7 verse 37 and 38 Three things this woman gave.
Penitence was one. If her sin was dark, her sorrow
was deep. If she had been a prodigal daughter,
it was with weeping and mourning that she sought again her father's
house. And love was another. There was
something about Jesus—the looks of his countenance, the tones
of his voice, his whole manner and bearing—which drew her towards
him with a commanding and irresistible affection. and sacrifice was
a third. She spilled and spent her precious
ointment on the Saviour. She counted all things lost for
His dear sake. These are the gifts which I must
bring to Christ. They are treasures which His
great heart covets. He would rather have my penitence,
my love, my sacrifice, than my knowledge, my eloquence, my wealth. and three things this woman received. Pardon was one. He said unto
her, Your sins are forgiven. The burden of her guilt was loosed
from her shoulders and fell from her back. And purity was another. She went from the gracious presence
and the sacred face to live a life blessedly new. God, her healer,
restored the miserable past which the canker-worm had wasted. And
peace was a third. Go in peace, the Lord commanded. And what he commanded, he gave. Hers was now and forever the
peace which passes all understanding, the rose that cannot wither. These are the gifts which I take
from Christ. They are the treasures my poor
heart needs. His pardon, His purity, His peace. They are more to be desired than
a universe of gold or than the mines where the diamonds and
rubies lie. you