Jesus. He is worthy of it all.

I have been reading the book of John for the last week or two and keep coming back to the story of Mary washing the feet of Jesus. There is something in this story that triggers this deep heart desire in me to intimately know Jesus.

Six days before the Passover celebration began, Jesus arrived in Bethany, the home of Lazarus—the man he had raised from the dead. A dinner was prepared in Jesus’ honor. Martha served, and Lazarus was among those who ate with him. Then Mary took a twelve-ounce jar of expensive perfume made from essence of nard, and she anointed Jesus’ feet with it, wiping his feet with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance.

But Judas Iscariot, the disciple who would soon betray him, said, “That perfume was worth a year’s wages. It should have been sold and the money given to the poor.” Not that he cared for the poor—he was a thief, and since he was in charge of the disciples’ money, he often stole some for himself.

Jesus replied, “Leave her alone. She did this in preparation for my burial.You will always have the poor among you, but you will not always have me.”

Mary seemed to know something that everyone else did not, something worth so much more than everything she had, something worth more than her reputation or popularity. Mary knew the incredible worth of Jesus. To her, Jesus was worthy of it all, and so much more. How is it that Jesus’ very own disciples, the people who were with him all the time, the people who Jesus shared incredible wisdom and kingdom secrets with, how was it that they did not understand this act of honour. And yet for Mary there wasn’t even a slight hesitation.

Could I sit at the feet of Jesus and pour out $30-$40,000 worth of perfume, possibly everything I had? Or is that just too much? Could I wash his feet with my hair? Or is that just too weird? Could I sit at the feet of Jesus when I was suppose to be serving him dinner with the other women? Or is it too scary to go against the norm or the ‘should be’s’?

After being a christian for about 20 years and knowing ABOUT Jesus, I feel like I am only now starting to get a glimpse and slight understanding of who he really is and what he did for me. And that glimpse is making me fall head over heels in love with him. That glimpse is starting to overwhelm my heart and want more of him. I want to sit be able to sit at the feet of Jesus and give everything I have. I want to carry the fragrance of Jesus, just like Mary would have after washing his feet with her hair. I want to know Jesus and despite what others think and say, be able to honour him with all I have.

Because He is worthy of it all. 

I pray that you (if you haven’t already) would get a glimpse of the incredible worth of Jesus. I pray that he would overwhelm your heart. I pray that others around you would breath in the fragrance of Jesus that you are carrying with you. And I pray that His name would be praised and be lifted up to its rightful place. 

He is worthy of it all.


Proud to be a Kiwi

As I was sitting in the prayer room earlier this week, just soaking in the presence of God and listening to the worship play, the New Zealand national anthem came on. I have heard this anthem many times throughout my life, I mean its part of who I am as a Kiwi, of course I know it…..or so I thought. We all know the first verse in English and in Maori but have you heard all nine verses? Have you seen the translation of the Maori verses? Perhaps you do know all of this already, but for me my mind was officially blown. I already thought our National Anthem was awesome, but now…….WOW.

Statements like ‘Let our love for Thee increase, May Thy blessings never cease, Give us plenty, Give us peace, God defend our free land.’ Or ‘Guide us in the nations van, Preaching love and truth to man, working our Thy glorious plan, God defend New Zealand.’ WOW

The english verses are awesome…..and then there came the Maori verses. The verse we commonly sing (E Ihowa) says this:

‘O Lord, God of all people. Listen to us. Cherish us. May good flourish. May your blessings flow. Defend Aotearoa.’

‘Let all people red skin, white skin, Maori, Pakeha, gather before you. May all our wrongs, we pray be forgiven. So that we might say Long live Aotearoa.’


The final verse in Maori translates to..

‘Let its good features endure. Let RIGHTEOUSNESS and HONESTY prevail among the people of God. Let it never be ashamed, but rather let its name be known. Thereby becoming a model to emulate. Aotearoa.’

I don’t know about you but all of these verses give me goosebumps. What an incredible declaration over our land. And most people sing it without even realising what they are saying. As we sing our anthem we are breathing life over our nation. His breath of LIFE is permeating through New Zealand. Papa is breathing into His kiwi kids!

As I have sat at the prayer house most mornings and started to learn about what it means to contend for something like New Zealand or this wonderful city of Tauranga or the people in my community of Gate Pa – I have come to realise its not about desperately trying to persuade God to be good and bless these places or people – but it is about taking the time to agree with heaven and releasing His kingdom and His goodness and God-given destinies on earth – releasing this over His kids who might not yet know Him or know His goodness. This anthem has basically got most of New Zealand contending for the country without even noticing.

Anyway…Im still learning. God is GOOD. Thanks Papa

‘Make her praises heard afar! God defend New Zealand.’