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To some I may seem like an insignificant bottle of oil. One that any young woman might possess. She looks at me differently. She knows my contents are precious. Each day she wipes the dust from me, keeping me clean. She tenderly anticipates the day I will be used. It will be a momentous day. That day her life will change. I will be empty then but her life will be full.
Today must be different. I wasn’t returned me to my normal place. Odd, I don’t see any celebration preparation. There is no sign of any ceremony. This is not at all what I expected. Why are we heading into the marketplace?
We are approaching a door. I can hear murmuring inside but it doesn’t appear to be anything special. These are just men having dinner. The one she is approaching does seem to be exceptional. What could she be thinking?
Wait, this isn’t how I thought it would be. She has broken me. My contents poured out on His feet. I am empty. She is weeping. Her tears having mingled with my perfumed oil. Her hair has massaged the oil into His feet. Arguments erupt among the other men in the room. They claim my oil is wasted. I want to go back to my shelf. Why did she do this? Could this be all I was destined for? I am broken and empty, my contents apparently wasted.
He is speaking. His words silence the grumbling of the other men. There is great power in his peaceful voice. He said I helped in preparing for His burial. Ah, I’m starting to understand this is an important day. My contents were not wasted on just any man. Even thought I am now empty, I still feel full.
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