“Hear ye, hear ye. Pickles for thine snacking pleasure. Three dollars for thus royal pickle.”
It was the way he rolled the ‘r’ in royal that really sold it. Rrrrroyal pickle.
It was such an odd assortment of people. Knights in gleaming armor, jesters with floppy hats, Star Trek officers with red and gold shirts, storm troopers in white escorting the dark Darth Vader- this place has it all. Around every bend, you beheld new sights: jugglers, musicians, artisans; you were enveloped by new smells: fried chicken, roasted turkey legs, fresh brewed coffee from Her Majesty’s Royal Roasters; the sounds of a cheering and clapping crowd, and children laughing, people shopping.
If you’ve never been to the Renaissance Festival, you owe it to yourself to go at least once. It’s wild, weird, and pretty entertaining. There’s jugglers, acrobats, jousting, mermaids, vendors of all sorts, people of all sorts, food of mostly unhealthy sorts. And then there’s incense.
I never really understood the big deal about incense until then. Overpowering stuff, mostly. That’s what I thought about it. But this stuff was different. It was…like perfume for the air. Dragon’s Blood incense. Sounds gross. I mean, blood is gross; soaking some blood on a stick and then lighting it….nah. But this stuff: horrible name, amazing smell.
Matthew 26:10 (CEV) “…Why are you bothering this woman? She has done a beautiful thing for me.”
This incense was perfume for the air, for the atmosphere. In Matthew 26, a woman anoints Jesus’ head with expensive perfume. Very expensive perfume. I can imagine how it filled the air, enveloping everything in the atmosphere around her, around Jesus. Hers was an extravagant act of worship, and Jesus said it was beautiful.
Others disagreed. It was too extravagant. It was wasted on Jesus. It could have been put to a better use. I think it’s important to note that others may not understand our worship. They may think it weird, or misplaced, or backwards, or too extravagant. But our worship is a beautiful thing to God.
What if our praise and worship were still a sweet smelling perfume to God, anointing Him in heaven. I think maybe it is. Rev 5:8 talks about our prayers being stored in bowls and are incense to God poured out on the altar in heaven. Isn’t that wild?
Our praise isn’t insignificant. God takes note. It’s pleasing to Him. It’s a perfume to Him. Man, that’s wild- that praise from someone like me could be considered so beautiful to someone like Him. Praise extravagantly, today.