“Then Jesus six days before the Passover came to Bethany, where Lazarus was which had been dead, whom he raised from the dead. There they made him a supper; and Martha served: but Lazarus was one of them that sat at the table with him. Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment” (John 12:1-3).
Jesus had come to the home of his dearest friends for comfort and refreshment. This would be his last week of life. Finishing the work that his Father had given him to do was now right before him. The salvation of the world rested on his shoulders. At the home of his friends, we can imagine that Jesus would have received each moment, each passing glance, each touch, and each snippet of conver-sation, in a magnified, intensified, and height-ened way. While others were not tuned to the intensity of Jesus’ ordeal, somehow Mary was.