On my DTS in Australia, one of our favorite sayings was, “It’s only awkward if you make it awkward!”
Well, I was reading Mark 14 yesterday, when the woman comes into Simon’s home and anoints Jesus by breaking an alabaster jar of perfume all over his head. I tried to imagine this happening, and realized that it was a super awkward moment. Jesus is reclining at a table at a dinner party, when this random woman walks in unanounced and uninvited. Apparently without speaking and without ceremony, she stands over Jesus, breaks the vial, and dumps perfume all over His head. Now, anyone else would probably be stunned by this event, but I assume Jesus wasn’t. I think He naturally and smoothly shifted gears, opened Himself up to the moment, and received the anointing. I imagine it was a very intimate experience; so intimate that it was awkward for onlookers. But I love, love, love how Jesus defended the woman when people ridiculed her. He not only defended her, He honored her by saying that wherever the gospel is preached, they’ll tell her story, too. It’s so good to know that when we step out in obedience to his call for utter, soul to soul intimacy with Him, to the point of looking awkward or attracting criticism, Jesus doesn’t leave us exposed and alone. He enters into the moment and lets us pour our broken selves and our broken love all over Him; He defends us before our accusers, and He honors us.