John 12:1-11 · Jesus Anointed at Bethany
Can You Smell the Perfume?
John 12:1-11
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by Leonard Sweet
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A group of men celebrated on and on in a sports bar. "Here's to 94," one of them toasted. "Hip-94-Hooray," another of them cheered. "Ninety-four, Ninety-four," "Ninety-four," they chanted in unison.

The waitress could take the mystery no longer. When one of them left for the men's room, she intercepted him and asked, "Why the big deal about 94?"

"It only took us 94 days to finish this puzzle we've been working on."

"What's so special about that?"

He replied, "Hey, the box reads 5-7 years."

Puzzles are not just for kids – though it might take us longer to figure them out. My favorite kind of postmodern novels are the ones called jigsaw novels, which are at least as old as Charles Dickens' Bleak House (1852). In a jigsaw novel, the author throws out a lot of pieces throughout the text. It is up to the reader to bring these pieces together and form them into a coherent whole and meaningful narrative.

This sermon is a jigsaw version of one of the most neglected passages of Scripture – Jesus' anointing. The story is found in all four gospels in various forms. What I hope to do with you this morning is to use John's version to piece together the entire story from all four gospels. If you let each piece fall into place, the connections begin to reverberate until suddenly, at some point different for each of us, we begin to see this moment in Jesus' life in a whole new way.

One time Jesus was wrong: "Wherever the good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her" (Mark 14:9). In 2000 years, Jesus got one thing wrong. He said that a woman would be remembered for her act of faith wherever the gospel is proclaimed.

Have we done what Jesus said we would do? Might not it be long overdue for us to do what Jesus said we should do, and make him right? Why did Jesus say what he did about this woman?

Notice exactly what Jesus did and did not say.

Not, when you tell the gospel story, remember Peter.

Not, when you tell the gospel story, remember John.

Not, when you tell the gospel story, remember James.

Not, when you tell the gospel story, remember Andrew.

But, when you tell the gospel story, remember me and her.

But go ahead and read the story for yourself. We've already read John's version. Let's now read Mark's version of the story.

While he was at Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, as he sat at the 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 his head. But some were there who said to one another in anger, "Why was the ointment wasted in this way? For this ointment could have been sold for more than three hundred denarii, and the money given to the poor." And they scolded her.

But Jesus said, "Let her alone; why do you trouble her? She has performed a good service for me. For you always have the poor with you, and you can show kindness to them whenever you wish; but you will not always have me. She has done what she could: she has anointed my body beforehand for its burial. Truly I tell you, wherever the good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her" (Mark 14:3-9 ANRSV).

What prompted Jesus to say these incredible words: "Whenever you remember me, remember her." What did she do that was so special?

If you will only connect the dots, the answer will pop out. Here we go. Are you ready to connect?

Mark 14:3-9 inaugurates the Triduum. The Triduum is the holiest time of the Christian year. Triduum in Latin means "three days"...the Great Three Days or Three Holy Days of Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Holy Saturday, including Easter Vigil.

In John's Gospel the anointing story inaugurates the final sequence of events in Jesus' life; in Mark's Gospel the story inaugurates the final days of Jesus' life. For Mark, Jesus' Passion begins with a story featuring one of the last kindnesses Jesus received while on this earth. Mark's Passion begins with a woman anointing Jesus' body, a woman who is presented as a model disciple. Mark ends with more women anointing Jesus' dead body for burial (16:1).

Picture the scene. The disciples are reclining on the floor, probably on mats, around a low table, eating from a common bowl, dipping chunks of bread into olive oil. Suddenly a woman crashes their party and crashes on Jesus' head a flask of perfume. She broke the expensive vial ("snapping of the neck" means she used the entire flask) and poured out all the costly perfume.

The magic of nard, and the pleasure of this perfume, is made clear in this phrase from John 12:3 – "And the house was filled with the fragrance of the ointment."

Spikenard was the favorite perfume of antiquity. It got its name from the spike-like shape of the root and spiny stem of the herb plant that was found high up in the Himalayan Mountains. The Greeks and Romans loved the smell of this rare unguent (perfume and ointment were virtually indistinguishable) so much they willingly paid the expense of having nard shipped long distances. The best spikenard was imported from India in sealed alabaster boxes, costly containers where were opened only on very special occasions. The cost of the perfume was 300 denarii. Since one denarii a day was a worker's usual salary, this one jar of perfume represented one laborer's salary for almost a year – or in today's money, almost $30,000. If denarii were translated into pieces of silver, Jesus was crucified for one-tenth the cost of the perfume. In Jesus' circles this kind of extravagance – a year's salary for one moment of luxury – was unheard of. In fact, the evidence suggests that Jesus didn't go much for perfumes himself (for example, Matthew 11:8; Luke 7:25).

Given spikenard's high price tag, the reaction of Jesus' disciples to the alabaster jar being broken over Jesus' head is understandable. And what was their reaction? They were irate with Jesus and infuriated with the woman.

Here was a woman who broke into the company of men, not carrying food from the kitchen, which was a woman's rightful place, but carrying the most expensive perfume of the ancient world.

Here was a woman who took it upon herself to anoint Jesus during the meal – not before it.

It was the disciples' last straw.

Jesus had said..."Let the children come":

So the disciples learned to share meals with children.

Jesus had said..."Let the poor come":

So the disciples learned to share meals with the least and the lowest.

Jesus had said..."Let the disabled come":

So the disciples had learned to even share meals with lepers.

But to let women come, to entertain the whim of this woman who disturbed their meal and mocked their frugality...It was too much.

Here was a woman who at that moment believed that the person of Jesus was more important than any principle, even the principle of charity of helping the poor.

Here was a woman who believed Jesus when his disciples didn't. On three prior occasions Jesus tried to warn his disciples that there would be trouble ahead, even suffering and death. Each time they dismissed his warnings, and proved so clueless that they got into a squabble over the power structure of the church (who is going to sit at Jesus' right and left hand).

Here was a woman who got what Jesus was saying when he called us to live incarnationally in the midst of the pain, in the mire of the poverty? Here was a woman who knew she was living not in chronos time ("the poor you will always have with you") but in kairos time ("you will not always have me"). In a fallen world, there will always be the pains of life. Injustice, disease, prejudice, despair we will always have with us. Opportunity to deal with issues of poverty will always be present. Not until God's kingdom comes will we have a perfect world with no social and economic disparity.

Here was woman who understood that the right moment for doing certain things quickly passes. Here was the Incarnate God in their midst in the flesh. Incarnations are fleeting. Can we not laugh and love, eat and dance in the midst of pain?

Here was a woman who, in the midst of plots by eight chief priests, empty promises by 12 chief disciples, guile and malice by the scribes, and the betrayal by one key confidante, threw confidence to the wind, emptied her heart and emptied her wallet, and allowed herself to become a fool for love.

Any wonder the disciples were so mad? Any wonder when Jesus rebuked the disciples saying, "Let her alone...Why do you make trouble for her?" they almost lost it.

One did lose it. Mark says Jesus made Judas so mad when he defended this woman, Judas went out and betrayed Jesus.

"Messiah" literally means "the Anointed One." There were diverse, even conflicting understandings and ideas of messiahship. But one thing was sure: "All four gospels presuppose that 'The Anointed One' was in common use as a designation of the man whom God was expected to make king of his people at the end of times." (N. A. Dahl [Revised by D. H. Juel], "Messianic Ideas and the Crucifixion of Jesus," in The Messiah: Developments in Earliest Judaism and Christianity [Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 1987], 383-84). By pouring this oily perfume over Jesus' head, this woman is symbolically proclaiming him to be the Messiah, the Anointed One of God.

Jesus is anointed Messiah, not by kings and potentates, but by a woman. The anointing of Jesus as king is performed by a woman in the house either of a dead body brought back to life or of a leper. Jesus is anointed Messiah, not in the holy city, but outside the holy city in a place called Bethany. Jesus is anointed Messiah, not in the temple on Mount Zion, but in a house, maybe even the house of a leper.

Jesus is first named the Messiah by whom?

How is your sense of smell? When you were born, the mechanism of your nose was capable of detecting and identifying 10,000 different scents. How much of this sensory capacity have you developed? Or how many of us are functionally ansomic – functioning without a sense of smell.

Some people are born anosmic; some people develop anosmia often from head injuries – like Ben Cohen, cofounder of Ben & Jerry's, which is why he says his ice cream has so many tactile and other sensory characteristics. Some people drift into anosmic states by repressing their sense of smell.

Some years ago The New York Times commemorated Valentine's Day by doing a "Science Times" feature spread on what it called "the second-sexiest organ of the body" – the nose. It seems that the odor receptors of the nose are more sophisticated and complex than either eye or ear. In fact, the nose may be the organ leading fastest to the brain. (Natalie Angier, "Powerhouse of Senses, Smell, at Last Gets Its Due," The New York Times, February 14, 1995, B5.)

There is an immediate linkup between nose and brain. Odor information works on the brain directly, unlike the indirect route taken by auditory and visual. Smell bypasses the conscious brain and appeals directly to the limbic system. What is more, olfactory neurons, unlike other nerve cells, regenerate.

Of all our sensory amnesia in the modern era, we have done the most to trivialize and neutralize our sense of smell. It's not just that we've removed the smell from our worship. We are so afraid of smell that we repress it through flush toilets, cordoned off sewage farms, catalytic converters, industrial zoning, aromatherapy, prisons, homeless shelters, isolation wings of hospitals, and old people's homes.

Even our gardens have been designed for the eye, not the nose. It is only in the past decades that there has been a move to bring back floral fragrances and restore high scents to our homes. Anyone here hooked on Illuminations candles? For the first time in many decades, professional and amateur gardeners alike are again "viewing flowers with an eye to the nose," observes Sally Ferguson, director of The Netherlands Flower Bulb Information Center.

We know two things about this least developed, most mysterious of all our senses, this most postmodern sense of smell.

1) Fragrances affect our moods. The sense of smell is wired to our brain to our emotions. Scientific research has demonstrated the power of smell, or environmental fragrancing, to affect our mental states. Things that smell good just may be good for you.

My mother used to put some camphor and rosemary in a pot of hot water and make me inhale the steam. It smelled good, but it also cleared out my sinuses.

While aromatherapy is debatable, and to some people stinks, the ability of pleasant fragrances to elevate people's moods and enhance creativity in the same way as receiving a gift is scientifically proven. Fragrances influence behavior – chamomile or lavender for relaxation, frankincense or nutmeg and lavender to relieve stress, lemon and peppermint as stimulants, geranium for mood swings, or a mixture of the essential oils of rosemary and lemon to heighten concentration.

To distinguish it from aromatherapy, the study of the impact of scents on the mind and spirit is being called aromacology. Japan has already put aromas in the workplace. Japan pumps in scents through air-conditioning system. Lemon wakes employees up in the morning, rose calms them during lunch, tree-trunk oil helps them through the pit in the p.m., etc. One study of keypunch operators, for example, indicated that when the office air was scented with lavender, the number of errors per hour dropped by 21 percent; a jasmine fragrance produced a 33 percent error reduction and the rate dropped by 54 percent when a lemon scent was used. However, with the lemon scent, work also slowed down, which may mean that the fragrance relaxes while simultaneously making workers more alert.

"Fragrance is decorating's fifth-dimension," says an executive from Demeter Fragrances, one of many companies who are counting on environmental fragrancing in the very near future being as much of a given as air-conditioning. (Mitchell Owens, "Design Credo: Heed the Nose," New York Times, June 16, 1994, C4.) In places where repetitive chores induce stress, why not pump in peppermint scents? Lace bedrooms with lavender to foster sleep. Perfume MRIs with heliotropin (vanilla) scents to ease patient anxiety.

2) The sense of smell is an almost infallible trigger of memory. In fact, smell is the most powerful releaser of memory there is. The science of "olfactory-evoked recall" is the study of the ability of scents to transports people to pleasant faces and places.

Smells are the presences that create absences. Smell chalk, and most people will recall school days memories that are good. One whiff and an entire episode in one's past is brought back to mind. To this day, my favorite shampoos are balsam-scented, because some of my most wonderful memories of growing up took place at Pine Grove Camp Meeting outside of Saratoga Springs, New York. When I open balsam shampoo, and sniff its boreal fragrance, I have opened a chest full of camp-meeting memories, releasing into my life the smell of family, of home-cooked meals, of sawdust trails, of shouting Methodists, of teenage dates and furtive kisses behind brush arbors. My shower always contains another "Muzak for the nose": the coconut-scented Nexxus Moisturizing Therappe Shampoo.

Whenever I bring this shampoo to a lather on my head, I bathe my being in memories of wonderful times with my oldest son at Newcomb Hollow Beach near South Wellfleet, Cape Cod. I used to use coconut-scented suntan oil to protect his baby skin from the sun.

Taste is 95 percent smell. What happens when you get a cold? Can't taste anything? In talking with others about their smells, what I have discovered is that there are regional differences to our favorite smells that often depend either on our food habits or on our outdoor customs. East Coast people prefer floral scents and Northerners the smell of the seasons. Southerners seem to prefer hearty snorts of pine. Midwesterners like the whiff of hay and farm animals. Westerners like the aroma of barbecuing meat.

Whatever our pet smell, huge histories of time are relived within the microseconds of a sniff. Nothing can bring back a time, a place, or an emotion better than an aroma.

The Israelites didn't take baths every day. They washed their hands frequently (before every meal), but they washed their bodies even less than the Egyptians. In Jesus' day there were wealthy Jewish aristocrats living in upper Jerusalem who had in their pre-70 houses baths for purification called mikvaot. But Jesus' sense of purity and his reading of the Torah differed radically from these members of the Jerusalem establishment.

We need to remember one more thing about crucifixion. The science of torture has never been equaled, much less excelled, crucifixions. And the crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth was no exception. Crucifixion was more than an ugliness blotted out by Easter, more than a speed bump on the road to resurrection.

Part of the cruelty of crucifixion was the emotional as well as physical torture. Yes, Jesus' physical agonies were beyond imagining. But the emotional agonies were even worse. Emotional agonies that attended the humiliation of being stripped naked, with all bodily parts and functions exposed for the humiliating gaze of the public; the mixture of blood and sweat and urine and feces creating a nauseating stench, the smells of extinction that kept even the families of the crucified at a distance.

But what cut even deeper were the emotional agonies of his spirit. The Bible unabashedly testifies to Jesus' sense of total abandonment, defeat, rejection, and betrayal. In many ways this was where Jesus was really crucified in spirit. Not on the cross, but in the kiss.

The cross crucified him in body. The kiss crucified him in soul.

He was truly despised and rejected, a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief.

Jesus was really betrayed twice. First by the kiss of Judas. Then by something that cut even deeper than that kiss of Judas: the kiss-off of Peter. The disciple who stuck with Jesus the longest after Jesus' arrest, when accosted by a servant girl in the courtyard of the High Priest, denied he knew him. When the barnyard cock crowed, the second betrayal took place.

Of his closest friends, one betrayed him, one denied him, and all the rest, save John, ran away.

Now do you know why Jesus said, remember her?

In the Praetorium at Pilate's residence, the soldiers decked Jesus in royal clothes like some play-doll. They draped over him a scarlet robe, and stuck some reeds into his hands to mock a scepter, and then used that instrument to bludgeon Jesus on the head.

They beat him about the head with their hands, fracturing his nasal bones. They took turns spitting into the contusion of his blindfolded face, and knelt before him and taunted, "Hail King of the Jews." Then they crushed onto his head that crown of thorns.

With blood, spit, and sweat running down his face, Jesus looked around...

Where were his disciples?

Where were all of his faithful followers?

Where were all of those whom Jesus had healed?

Where were all those whose eyes he had opened, whose ears he had unstopped, whose mouths he had opened, whose limbs he had restored?

It was almost more than he could bear.

But then Jesus smelled the perfume...

And then he remembered the woman with the hemorrhage of 12 years who had faith to reach out and touch the hem of his garment and be healed.

And when they beat him with a whip until the blood ran down his back like a waterfall, his skin already supersensitive from the aftereffects of hematidrosis (sweating blood);

And when they put back his own clothes on his raw skin;

And when they marched him 650 yards through the streets;

And when they made him climb the Via Dolorosa carrying the 150-pound patibulum on which his wrists were later to be nailed – reduced him to a beast of burden being led to the slaughterhouse.

And when the weight of the cross produced contusions of the right shoulder and back;

And when he fell, causing more unnamed injuries;

And when Jesus looked around for his most intimate friends, his disciples, and saw none but the four women and John at a distance;

And when the agony was almost too much to bear;

Then Jesus smelled the perfume . . .

And then he remembered the twelve-year-old daughter of Jairus, whom everyone though was dead, but whom God healed when he spoke these words: "Get up, my child."

And when they stripped him naked (Mark 15:15-20) and nailed him to the crosspiece he had carried;

And when they took those six-inch spikes and lacerated his median nerves in his hands and feet to the cross;

And when they lifted him up on that Tau cross above the stinking garbage heap called Golgotha;

Jesus looked around . . .

Then Jesus smelled the perfume . . .

And then he remembered the Syrophoenician woman and her daughter and the Galilean official and his son.

And when everyone who passed by mocked him on the cross – When the chief priests and scribes, and even those who were crucified with him, taunted and teased him in his agony;

And when the only thing the soldiers offered this dying, crucified man was a drink of vinegar, which could only increase his unspeakable agony; And when the loneliness became so severe he was about ready to give up, Jesus looked around...barely seeing in the distance, watching from afar, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome;

Then Jesus smelled the perfume...

And then he remembered the many children brought to him by their mothers, children who sat on his lap and eagerly listened to his stories;

And when with his body already in shock, hanging from the wrists, only to be able to breathe in, unable to breathe out;

And when he struggle for breath, unable to gasp even small hiccups of air without straightening his knees and raising himself on the fulcrum of his nailed feet;

And when his crucifiers were using him for entertainment – let's see if he can call down the angels;

And when he searched the landscape for signs of love and faithfulness;

When he realized he was abandoned by everyone he ever loved;

Jesus almost gives up and cries out,

"My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me!"

And when even this cry is mocked by those who mistook his cry to God as a cry to Elijah –

Then Jesus smelled the perfume . . .

...And he remembered this woman who gave all she had that he would remember God's love for him, and in that smell even detect odors from home that told him he was returning from whence he came.

The greatest honor anyone can give anyone is to tell his or her story. Here was someone who did what she could (literally, "She used what she had"). She gave all that she had.

Will you? Are you?

ChristianGlobe Networks, Collected Sermons, by Leonard Sweet