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25 July 2006

What Do You Smell Like?

12:42 PM Posted by steve flores 10 comments
Abraham Alva died in April 2000. He was a great man. As a child, I used to spend the night with my grandparents and there was one thing constant every morning I woke up—the smell. I could smell it now. It didn’t matter the fact that Grandpa Alva got up at 5 a.m. every morning, because the sizzle from the pan and the aroma that crept its way into the living room, where my two brothers and I camped out, seemed to always wake us up in the right mood.

You never once had to tell me what Grandpa Alva was cooking, because the smell was a dead giveaway. He never had to announce the menu to the boys. He just began to cook until we woke up with sheer excitement anticipating what was to fill our hibernating tummies! The aroma of maple syrup and the smell of pork being seared on the skillet would make its way passed the kitchen, through the dining room and into the living room—Jimmy Dean Maple Syrup Sausage Patties. My mouth is watering now just thinking about it.

I talked with a friend yesterday about how in their line of work it’s hard to communicate their devotion to God with words, when they are on the job. It’s not only hard, but it’s not really welcomed—certain rules and regulations don’t encourage it. I was reminded of a scripture of how our life’s aroma is a dead give away for who we truly are. It’s kind of like the aroma I used to smell when I was a kid sleeping over at my grandparents—the smell told me it was Jimmy Dean Maple Syrup Sausage Patties.

2 Cor. 2:14-16 (NIV)
14But 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. 15For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. 16To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life.

No, I’m not saying we all smell like a pork product, but I am saying that our life exudes an aroma. When I told this to my friend, he said, jokingly, “My wife tells me all the time that I have an aroma!”

Seriously, what does your life smell like? That’s an interesting question. One I’ve never asked anyone before, nor will I ask point blank until they hear the background. Can you imagine walking up to a complete stranger and asking them, “What do you smell like?”

Anyway, back to the original thought. It doesn’t matter what you say about your life, your religion, your generosity, your whatever. The aroma from our life—that gets the attention.