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My Aroma

"14 But thanks be to God, who always leads us as captives in Christʼs triumphal procession and uses us to spread the aroma of the knowledge of him everywhere. 15 For we are to God the pleasing aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. 16 To the one we are an aroma that brings death; to the other, an aroma that brings life. And who is equal to such a task? 17 Unlike so many, we do not peddle the word of God for profit. On the contrary, in Christ we speak before God with sincerity, as those sent from God." (‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭2‬:‭14-17‬ NIV)

Smells leave such a powerful memory. There is a physical reason why that happens based on the way your nose and brain work together. I've always found that fascinating.
I know so many people who have such strong memories triggered by a particular aroma.

Strong smells, good or bad, also travel throughout their surrounding atmosphere quickly and can create quite an impression.
There's few things better than walking into a home that smells of something savory baking. On the other hand, I can't wait to leave a space that smells of something putrid.

So the passage above really struck me as I was reading it. For we are supposed to smell of Christ to God and to those around us. What do you think Christ smells like? (And I don't mean his actual, physical smell) What does He smell like to you? How do you think you smell to God?

A sobering reminder that our witness as Christ followers, ambassadors and representatives is never ending and can leave quite the long lasting impact.

Jesus, may my aroma be pleasing to You and draw those around me to Your love.

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