2 Corinthians 2:14-17 (Amplified Version) “But thanks be to God, Who in Christ always leads us in triumph [as trophies of Christ’s victory] and through us spreads and makes evident the fragrance of the knowledge of God everywhere, For we are the sweet fragrance of Christ [which exhales] unto God, [discernible alike] among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing: To the latter it is an aroma [wafted] from death to death [a fatal odor, the smell of doom]; to the former it is an aroma from life to life [a vital fragrance, living and fresh]. And who is qualified (fit and sufficient) for these things? [Who is able for such a ministry? We?] For we are not, like so many, [like hucksters making a trade of] peddling God’s Word [shortchanging and adulterating the divine message]; but like [men] of sincerity and the purest motive, as [commissioned and sent] by God, we speak [His message] in Christ (the Messiah), in the [very] sight and presence of God.”
Now tell me….do you smell that? The picture smells like summer time. But I’m talking about us. What do we smell like?
Aimee called me to share this passage and I pondered. And chewed. Much like our puppy–chewing his toy.
If I read this right…we are supposed to be smelling like HIS love! HIS mercy! HIS grace!
“…we are the sweet fragrance of Christ…”
To like-minded believers, our fragrance will bear witness with their own. To unbelievers…the smell will not be as pleasant….our smell of Christ will represent the coming doom of their souls, should they choose NOT to follow HIM.
I have a keen sense of smell. I usually can spot a dirty diaper (or gassy baby—of course–that smell is the same) upon entry to my house. Sometimes when they are just getting out of their truck. When I come home from work—and get out of my truck…if Jeff “fried” something for lunch…I can smell it. Several years ago I went through this hormonal phase of food smells making me terribly nauseated. Especially fried. So we stopped frying. I still don’t fry. Jeff does, only when I’m not home. AND if he thinks he can have the house rid of the smell by the time I get home.
Why did I get off on all that? Who knows. Anyway—back to what I was saying…we smell. Either of life or of death. Not the death—as in about to leave this life. NO that’s a smell all it’s own. Let me share a story with you. A stinker.
A family came in to visit with the doctor. Check-up or shots or sick child. I don’t remember. What I do remember is the smell. As it was described to me—I almost EXPERIENCED IT! A smell so horrible—coming from every indiviual in a particular family—that everyone in the office noticed and commented on it…except the members of the family. They couldn’t smell it. Finally, the young boy of the family began to play along. Like he smelled it too. But he really didn’t. See, whatever the smell was—they had lived in it and with it for so long they no longer noticed the smell. Do you sniff where I’m going with this??
I am talking about the smell of impending doom. Death. Darkness. Zero.–as in a stinky attitude! (I’ve had that smell myself!)
I DoN’t want to smell of death. I want to have the aroma of Christ. Life everlasting! Peace! EVEN while enduring a trial! Life–love–grace–mercy—CHRIST. All the smells you can think of that brings a smile to your lips!
A new baby. Fall in the air. Early morning Springtime. Ocean breezes. A toasty fireplace. Bread coming out of the oven. Coffee in the morning. Crisp clean sheets. Fresh laundry…I could go on and on!
So…back to my first question….do you smell that? What aroma do you think of when you consider the love of Christ? AND His love toward us . . .
Go ahead…take a big whiff…..
Thank you Maurine, for inviting me to share in the beauty of your 2008 garden!