You never know what God has in store for you when you go to Church, eh?
Our pastor gave a very interesting discourse about, well, "stinking".
He said we are an aroma. That's especially true up here directly after Deer Season. Guys start eating that very lean venison again after a year layoff - there's a reason the church seats are called "pews".
(Sorry. The Elixir of Knowledge is getting away from me.)
What Pastor meant was that our lives, if lived for God's will, not ours, give off the scent of glory. The scent of God. Wow.
It's like that "Wet Dog In Summer" smell that gets into a dog owner's car. They may not be aware of it, but evvvvvvvvverybody knows they have a dog.
So I guess others can tell when we've been with God. And Pastor mentioned that to some it's the smell of death. And to others the smell of life.
I s'pose if I didn't want anything to do with God for whatever reason, folks with that "God-awful" smell would tick me off.
(Like a skunk cover scent on hunting clothes worn to a restuarant. Yep. Done that. It's definitely a social faux pas.)
To others that scent of glory would be Chanel No.5. The smell of life. The smell of God.
So, what did I take away from this Sunday morning discourse?
I think I need to jump up on my Heavenly Father's lap and let Him hold me close for a good, long while . . . then go out there and stink, one way or the other.