
So she says, "Well, I mean, I smelled you, but I didn't actually see you." Wait a minute. "You smelled me?? I have a smell?" (which I've always suspected, but never been quite sure) She started backtrackin' fast. "Well, you know how people each have their own scent..... y'know.. shampoo...... perfume..... rug cleaner... whatever... so I smelled you. Like that. Sort-a. But it was good, mama, it's all good." It reminded me of one of my favorite passages of scripture:
But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him. For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life. And who is equal to such a task?"
- II Corinthians 2:14-16.
I love that. We are the the aroma of Christ. On the one hand, it makes me feel so good, what a blessing, a privilege. On the other hand, "Who is equal to such a task?"
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