In order for a vessel to be useful, it's contents have to be completely poured out so it can be used again. Emptied to be filled. Filled to be emptied. The value of the thing is only in it's capacity - its ability to be spilled and refilled.
I'm a broken vessel: leaky and unreliable to trust my dimensions, and often I'm leery to purge my contents. I'm afraid that if I give it all - that will be all there is...heart on the line. So willingly I hold on to those last drops of who I am as if afraid I'll expire, burn out, become non-relevant should I relinquish them. The holding on, however, is effort. The pouring, the surrender, the release is an exhale. To be full, ironically, is when we become stagnant, where it's the airing out that comes with the spilling that is refreshing. In the life-pouring, there is a mystical simultaneous refilling that makes the idea of capacity-surrender seem laughable. What is capacity if there is never actually a "losing"? In our release there is always regain. It is by His divine exchange that we pour out and are poured into. As we give to others, He gives to us, in excess and in ways that seal our broken places and make our vessels able to receive our portion again.
"Why is it always that we are always most filled when we pour ourselves out?" - Ann Voskamp
Mary's display of extravagance in spilling her perfume at the feet of Jesus is a beautiful picture of surrender, yes; but also of a life willing to be broken enough to spill out. She had nothing to lose. A life at abandon stage. She was humble in order to honor...giving all with no guarantee she'd ever be full again.
I'm a vessel, broken indeed, but so need to learn how to not hold on to any part of who I am, but instead to hold nothing back for His purposes.
That's the essence of Ransacked: wrecking the vessel and spilling my life in order for the Potter to use what's inside and fill me to overflowing again.
Tara is Greg's girl, mom to two sons of thunder, a hunger fighter, big dreamer and worship pastor at seacoast church.