Simon the leper, as he sat at table, a woman came with an alabaster jar of very costly ointment of nard, and she broke open the jar, and poured the ointment on. Alabaster Jar of Luke's Gospel, chapter 7. Introduction. This article lifts up the Woman with the Alabaster Jar. Prior to aracer.mobi Catholic woman would be invited to share something of scripture with people My hope is that the woman with the alabaster jar will be a source of insight.
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Sociology and Anthropology 3(6): , aracer.mobi DOI: /sa The Woman with the Alabaster Jar: The Forgiven Sinner. The Woman with the Alabaster Jar by Margaret Starbird - Margaret Starbird's theological beliefs were profoundly shaken when she read Holy Blood, Holy Grail . Some were angry and wanted to throw the woman out, but Jesus said “Let her alone; why She approached Jesus with a fine alabaster jar in her hands full of.
Known as "consecrated women," they were held in high esteem as invokers of the love, ecstacy, and fertility of the Goddess. At some periods of Jewish history, they were even a part of the ritual worship in the Temple of Jerusalem, although some of the prophets of Yahweh deplored the influence of the Great Goddess locally called "Ashera.
The priestess of the love goddess was a familiar sight in every city of the Roman Empire, including Jerusalem.
In the Gospel context, the woman with the alabaster jar of unguent may have been one of these priestesses. But curiously, Jesus does not seem to have been at all affronted by her action when she anointed him.
He even told his friends gathered at the banquet in the house of Simon at Bethany that the woman had anointed him for burial Mark , Matt.
Indeed, they are accessible to anyone who can read music and play simple traditional hymns. The melodies fit the contour and meaning of the prayer texts and can be sung easily without accompaniment. We hope you enjoyed this guest article by Brandon Byrne. Corpus Christi Watershed is a c 3 public charity dedicated to exploring and embodying as our calling the relationship of religion, culture, and the arts. This non-profit organization employs the creative media in service of theology, the Church, and Christian culture for the enrichment and enjoyment of the public.
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My sweaty hand gripped the cool stone of the vial. I pulled the alabaster jar from the folds of my robe. His eyebrows quizzed me as I uncorked the bottle, turning its end up and letting all the contents slip out into his hair.
The brown liquid dripped down his temples and began to gather in his beard and plop onto his shoulders. A warm, earthy musk invaded my nostrils. My hand cupped his cheek, smearing the nard. His features relaxed for a moment, eyes closed and head upturned toward heaven.
Instead, silence buzzed my ears. Then, cries of outrage. My silent action, condemned. My motives, questioned. Shame spewed out over all the wrong things, threatening to invade me. Had I heard wrong? I pulled my hand away.
This perfume is for my burial. You have a lifetime to do good for others, but your time with me is limited. I glanced around hoping the others would query him further.
But they all bore the dull look of stubborn incomprehension.