alabaster jars...

...bringing an alabaster jar of ointment, and standing at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment. Luke 7:38

Sunday, 10 August 2014

There a moments a child is inconsolable and must cry himself to exhaustion before he can be comforted, before he can feel the love of his parents. before he can rest. before he can see things with clear eyes and reason and a smile.
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