John's Gospel tells us that Jesus went to dinner at the home of Mary, Martha, and Lazarus. Mary took a liter of costly perfumed oil and anointed the feet of Jesus and dried them with her hair. Judas thought that was a waste but Jesus said, "Leave her alone. Let her keep this for the day of my burial. You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have me."
I try to imagine how Jesus felt at that dinner with his friends. How does anyone feel who is facing death and saying goodbye to friends? And Jesus knew what kind of death was waiting for Him.
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