Sunday, March 29, 2026

Palmorum Sunday sermon - 29th March 2026

 

 Extravagant Love in a World of Calculated Chaos

Text: Mark 14:1-2, 3-9


Introduction: The Irony of the Triumphal Entry


Today is Palm Sunday. Traditionally, our minds are drawn to the parade. We picture the crowds waving palm branches, shouting “Hosanna!”, and paving the road to Jerusalem with their cloaks. It is a moment of celebration, of royal proclamation.

But if you look closely at the Gospel of Mark—the earliest and most urgent of the Gospels—the real drama of Palm Sunday isn’t actually in the streets. Mark rushes through the donkey and the cloaks in just a few verses. He spends far more time on a scene that happens before the parade.

Mark tells us that before Jesus entered the city to the cheers of the crowd, He was in a house in Bethany. And while the world outside was holding its breath, a woman did something that the Bible says will be spoken of wherever the gospel is preached—including here, this morning.

To understand the power of her act, we have to understand the pressure cooker of fear and politics she stepped into.

The Pax Romana: A World of Calculated Chaos

Mark begins chapter 14 with a specific timestamp: “It was now two days before the Passover and the


feast of Unleavened Bread.” (Mark 14:1).

Jerusalem was swelling with pilgrims. The population of the city would have quintupled. The air was thick with the smell of roasting lamb, dust, and the tension of Roman occupation.

The text tells us that the chief priests and the scribes—the religious elite—were looking for a way to arrest Jesus. But they had a logistical problem. Look at verse 2: “Not during the feast, lest there be an uproar from the people.”

They wanted Jesus dead, but they were terrified of the crowd. They were playing political chess.

Meanwhile, the Romans were enforcing what they called the Pax Romana—the “Peace of Rome.” But let’s be clear about what that peace was. It was not peace as we think of it; it was peace through domination. It was peace through the threat of the sword. If you stepped out of line, Rome’s answer was swift, brutal, and public—crucifixion.

So, here is the backdrop: The religious leaders are plotting assassination behind closed doors. Rome is patrolling the streets with iron fists. The crowd is a powder keg of revolutionary fervor, hoping Jesus will be the warrior-Messiah who overthrows Caesar. Rumors of insurrection, rumors of war, were constant.

It was chaos masked by order. It was a world that told you: Be practical. Be strategic. Don’t waste resources. And for heaven’s sake, don’t make a scene.

The Disruption: An Extravagant Waste


It is in this context—this world of political calculation, religious hypocrisy, and simmering violence—that Mark cuts the scene.

We are in the house of Simon the Leper. Jesus is reclining at the table. And then, in verse 3, a woman enters. We don’t know her name, though John’s gospel tells us it was Mary of Bethany. Mark intentionally leaves her anonymous so that she represents every disciple.

She carries an alabaster flask. This wasn’t a little perfume bottle from a department store. This was a sealed jar of pure nard, imported from the Himalayas. Mark tells us it was “very costly.” In fact, in verse 5, the onlookers estimate its value at more than three hundred denarii.

Do the math. A denarius was a day’s wage. This jar was worth a year’s salary. In today’s terms, if the average worker makes $50,000 a year, this was a $50,000 bottle of perfume.

She breaks the jar. She doesn’t dab it; she pours it. She pours it over Jesus’ head. In the ancient world, anointing someone’s head was a gesture reserved for kings and high priests. She was anointing Him for who He really was.

But then she does something shocking. The text says she poured it over his head—and then the aroma filled the room. In some accounts, she also anoints his feet and wipes them with her hair.

And the room reacts.

The disciples—the men who had left everything to follow Jesus—suddenly become accountants. Verse 4: “Why was the ointment wasted like that? It could have been sold for more than three hundred denarii and given to the poor.”

Notice the word: Wasted.

In a world of Roman oppression, where resources were scarce; in a world of religious plotting, where survival was key; in a world of poverty, where Lazarus lay at the gate—this act seemed like insanity. It was impractical. It was inefficient. It was extravagant.

The Difference Between Politics and Worship


The disciples were upset. But Mark gives us a detail we often miss. He tells us specifically that it was the disciples who were upset. But then he narrows it down. In the parallel account in John, we learn that the mouthpiece of this criticism was Judas Iscariot.

Judas was the treasurer. Judas was the pragmatist. Judas was the one who cared about the poor—or at least, that’s what he said. John tells us he said this not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief; he used to help himself to the money bag.

Here is the tension: Judas wanted to dismantle the system from the outside. Jesus was about to dismantle it from the inside.

Judas was looking at the Roman Empire and the religious establishment, and he wanted to launch a revolution. He thought the way to fix the world was through strategy, through funding, through political action. He saw a year’s worth of wages and thought, “That’s war chest money. That’s leverage.”

But Jesus looks at the woman and says, “Leave her alone. She has done a beautiful thing to me.”

That word “beautiful” is the Greek word kalos, which means “honorable,” “good,” or “noble.” What the disciples called “waste,” Jesus called “beauty.”

Why? Because she understood the timing. Verse 8: “She has done what she could; she has anointed my body beforehand for burial.”

While the men were arguing about politics, economics, and revolution—she was the only one who actually heard what Jesus had been saying for three chapters: that He must suffer, die, and rise again.

In a world obsessed with the Pax Romana—the peace of Rome—she was participating in the Pax Christi, the peace of Christ that comes through sacrifice.

The Chaos We Know


Now, why does this matter for us, today, on Palm Sunday?

Because we know this chaos. We live in a world that feels remarkably similar to that Jerusalem. We look at the headlines and we see:

  • Rumors of wars. Nations rattling swords, geopolitical alliances shifting like sand.
  • Economic anxiety. Inflation, the cost of living, the fear that the future will be harder than the past.
  • Institutional hypocrisy. We see religious leaders and political leaders playing chess with human lives, looking for the opportune time to consolidate power.
  • The modern Pax Romana. A peace that isn’t really peace, but just the absence of chaos—held together by tension, force, and mutual assured destruction.

In the middle of that noise, the world tells you the same thing it told the disciples: Be practical. Save your resources. Don’t waste your time on Jesus when there are real problems to solve. Don’t waste your money on the church when there are political campaigns to fund. Don’t waste your Sunday morning worship when the world is falling apart. Do something strategic.

And the church, too often, listens. We start acting like Judas. We look at our resources—our time, our talent, our treasure—and we calculate. We say, “If we invest this in our retirement, we’ll be safe.” Or, “If we invest this in political activism, we’ll change the culture.” Or, “If we save this, we’ll have control.”

But the woman in Bethany represents a different kind of response to chaos.

The Response: Extravagant Love


She didn’t deny the chaos. She didn’t ignore the poverty. She didn’t pretend the Romans weren’t at the gate or that the priests weren’t plotting.

But in the face of all that—she looked at Jesus, and she deemed Him worthy of everything.

She broke the jar. In the ancient world, breaking the alabaster jar was significant. These jars were sealed to preserve the purity of the perfume. You couldn’t pour out just a little. Once you broke the seal, you had to use it all. It was an irreversible act of devotion.

She didn’t give Jesus a portion of her life; she gave Him the whole thing, all at once, without reservation.

And Jesus said that wherever the gospel is preached—throughout the world, throughout history—what she did would be told in memory of her.

Why? Because the gospel is not just a set of ethical teachings on how to fix society. The gospel is the announcement that the King has come, and He has broken the power of sin and death by His own death.

This woman understood that before the triumphal entry, there had to be a surrender. Before the crown of glory, there was the cross of shame. She anointed Him for burial because she knew that the only way to fix the chaos of the world was not through a political coup, but through a bloody sacrifice.

Conclusion: What Are You Holding Back?


As we stand on the threshold of Holy Week, this story asks us a piercing question.

In a world that is shouting at you to be strategic, to be safe, to be calculated—what is your alabaster jar?

What is the thing you are holding back from Jesus because you think you need it to secure your future? What is the resource—your time, your reputation, your finances, your comfort—that you are keeping sealed up because you’re afraid of the chaos?

The disciples looked at that perfume and saw a year’s wages. They saw security. They saw political leverage. They saw a safety net.

Jesus saw worship.

The chaos of the world—the rumors of war, the political strife, the economic uncertainty—is real. It’s not going away this side of heaven. But here is the truth of Palm Sunday: The King is entering Jerusalem. He is not coming to take a throne; He is coming to take a cross.

And He is worthy of everything you have.

You don’t have to wait until the chaos subsides to worship. You don’t have to wait until you feel secure to be generous. You don’t have to wait until you understand everything to pour yourself out at His feet.

She did what she could. She did it now. And Jesus said it was a beautiful thing.

May we, in the middle of the chaos, be a people who know that the only appropriate response to the King who died for us is not calculation—but extravagance.

Let us break our jars. Let us pour out our worship. And let us follow Him, not to a palace, but to a cross—and ultimately, to an empty tomb.

Amen.


 

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