Is Your Life Like Spikenard Fragrance?

Is Your Life Like Spikenard Fragrance?

While the king is at his table, My spikenard sends forth its fragrance. Song of Solomon 1:12 NKJV

A crisp wind shears through the souk, the open air market in Jerusalem, where merchants and buyers haggle over shekels for their choice meats, seeds, and spices. The young bride wraps her shawl tighter, pulling her veil closer to her face as she scurries through the narrow, twisting streets, in search of the last few provisions for Shabbat.

Finally, she whispers to herself, moving away from the other women dickering in the same stall, the perfect pomegranate.

Across the road from the noisy chatter where a blacksmith’s hammer clangs and a carpenter’s saw screech, a melodic voice tugs her attention away from her shopping.

Like you.

Turning slowly, her gaze falls on a wrung-out dishcloth of a blind man, curled up beside the dirt road, clutching his few belongings. What was that?

Ahhhh, I would know that heavenly fragrance anywhere. Spikenard, an aroma so genuine and pure. It fills my nostrils with the memories of years gone by. He sighs and smiles.

You must come from a wealthy family. An aroma that rich must cost a year’s wages.

Oh, no, sir. I am from the poor village on the east side of town. It was a gift from my bridegroom. He is a wonderful man, she says beaming.

A bride-to-be, he says smiling widely. The softness of your voice speaks of youth. How old are you, young one?

Thirteen, she responds.

Are you as fair and beautiful as you sound?

She blushes, unable to speak.

Kind sir, do you have any place to spend Shabbat?

No, I do not. Neither do I have enough to buy what I need.

Taking him by the hand, she leads him toward a cluster of mud homes off in the distance, where wisps of smoke, rising from the cooking fires, silhouette the autumn sky. It would be my honor to have you as a guest in my father’s house.

Spikenard comes from a very rare plant that is usually blended with olive oil for anointing in acts of consecration, dedication, and worship. The root word for spikenard in the Greek means genuine or pure.

In John 12:3, the Bible tells how spikenard was used to anoint Yeshua, the pure and spotless Lamb, just days before His death and burial: Then Mary took a pound of very costly oil of spikenard, anointed the feet of Yeshua, and wiped His feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the oil (NKJV).

Mark 14:3 tells us of another woman who came, having an alabaster flask of very precious oil of spikenard, and she broke the seal and poured the oil on Yeshua’s head. Some of the disciples were very indignant with the waste of costly oil, as it may have cost this woman as much as a whole year’s wages. But Yeshua rebuked them and said she had done a good work, preparing Him for His death. For her deed would be remembered wherever the gospel would be preached.

As we desire to become the spotless bride of Messiah, we must walk in purity and love, burying our sins at the cross. With His life broken, He doesn’t leave us alone to waste away. Instead, the oil, symbolic of the inner working of the Ruach Ha Kodesh, has been poured out for us, so we can live a life that is rich with a sweet, heavenly fragrance. The compassion the bride showed for the blind man is a scent we should all emit. For it was the downtrodden the Adonai lavishly poured out His grace upon. Even others who may be spiritually blind will sense our adoration and reverence for our Bridegroom and experience a deep awareness of His presence.

And Yeshua said, Let her alone; why trouble ye her? she hath wrought a good work on me. For ye have the poor with you always, and whensoever ye will ye may do them good: but me ye have not always. (Mark 14:6-7 KJV)