Friday 3 April 2020

DID YOU KNOW...NARD?


In last Sunday's worship service, Kristal read a story from scripture where the woman Mary anointed Jesus' feet with costly oil of nard and then wiped his feet with her hair.  Judas chastised Mary for the waste of money on the perfumed oil and Jesus defended her actions.

So, what's the big deal with nard?

Wikipedia informs us that "nard", also known as nardin and muskroot, is the short-form for spikenard.  Nard is an aromatic, amber-coloured essential oil extracted from a flowering plant of the valerian family (a relative of lavender).  It grows in the Himalayan regions of Nepal, China and India.  The oil has been used over centuries as a perfume, as a traditional medicine and in religious ceremonies from India to Europe.  For the well-to-do, nard was frequently used to perfume bodies prior to burial or cremation.

From this brief background, we can begin to understand its rarity and expensiveness in Mary's time.  The flowering plant that produces spikenard is found in a remote region of the world and grows only in altitudes between 9,800 - 16,400 feet.  The rhizomes (underground stems) of the pant are crushed and distilled to make the intensely aromatic oil, which would then be used to make perfume. 

In ancient times, nard was used as incense the Jerusalem Temple.  Mary's use of the nard to anoint Jesus' feet was truly a sacrificial gift of love and devotion.  It would have been difficult for her obtain, let alone afford, if our understanding of Mary's social situation is accurate.

Interestingly, nard was a favourite of King Henry VIII, who was known to use it to flavour his food and drink, and who wore it as a body perfume.  He gave it as a gift to his queens.

Now you know.

WE'VE NEVER HAD IT SO GOOD


A couple of weeks ago, I received an envelope from Sleeping Children Around the World.  It contained a photo of a young Indian girl, standing behind a bed kit laid out on the ground.  There was a small sign that contained Christmas wishes from a good friend who donated a bed kit in my name.  The sign also indicated that 2020 was SCAW's 50th birthday - in fifty years, the organization and its supporters have provided 1,721,373 bed kits to children around the world.

After supper last night, I looked more closely at the newsletter that came with my photo.  Tucked aside on the front page was a brief statement telling me "Every bed kit includes a mosquito net and in malaria hotspots a special, treated bed-net is provided.  Malaria claims the life of a child every two minutes".

That last statement made me want to dig a bit deeper; on the UNICEF website, I learned that malaria kills over 1 million people every year, the majority of whom are children under the age of 5.  This toll in lives is taken from all over the world, but most typically in regions where poverty, displacement and disaster are common. 

It makes me think.  As I do my best to comply with the orders and measures to reduce the spread of COVID-19, I can't help but acknowledge the sheltered life I live.  I feel grateful and ashamed at the same time.  I'm grateful because I realize how lucky I am to live when and where I live.  I feel ashamed that I have been largely blind to my good fortune and that my focus has been so inward-looking and frankly, ignorant.

There are millions of people who already live under other conditions as threatening as this pandemic - things like HIV-Aids, malaria, hunger and violence.  I wonder how they will face this new  threat, without the resources at our command in the West.  I'm chastened that it has taken a threat to my own security to make me more aware of the threats endured by others.

I'll try and remember this when I am anxious or depressed by what I am experiencing today, when the worst in me is being brought to the surface: gratitude doesn't change what I have in front of me - it changes the way I see what I have.

Be well, stay safe friends.
Pat
Take This Away
Embracing gratitude in the face of adversity
 requires a heart open to grace.
~ ignatianspirituality.com ~

A Week of Gratitude
Saturday ~ reading and watching
Sunday ~ spring-like day +16C
Monday ~ unplugged downspout
Tuesday ~ I Will Come to You
Wednesday ~ stuffing and labelling
Thursday ~ the morning star
Friday ~ generosity