What's Your Fragrance?

11/29/2013

Fragrance of Christ and 2 Corinthians 2:14-16

By Debra Torres
The smell of bacon makes me think of my grandmother. And I told my daughter this while making lunch the other day.

I explained that Grandma would often have it frying on the mornings we visited when I was a girl.

Bacon and eggs, hot buttered toast, juice and sweet red grapes was her signature breakfast for our family.

“I think they ought to put those kinds of smells in scented candles,” my daughter said. “They always have sweet smells like cinnamon bun or hot apple pie. How about a bacon candle or a friend chicken one to remind people of their grandmother’s kitchens?”

Her idea made me smile. She just may be onto something, I thought.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how we make others feel lately. Just like the way the smell of bacon frying connects me with ...

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Who is God? God is so powerful that when we spend time with Him and in His Word, others notice. We change in many ways, and we even have a different "fragrance" about us. The Bible says that we are the "sweet fragrance of Christ." Isn't that beautiful?

Sue Sproul

12/2/2013 07:02:09 am

I remembered this story from a friend's sermon - here's the story from CHARLES G. FINNEY AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY (1908 version) "A circumstance occurred in this neighborhood, which I must not fail to notice. There was a cotton manufactory on the Oriskany creek, a little above Whitesboro’, a place now called New York Mills. It was owned by a Mr. W——, an unconverted man, but a gentleman of high standing and good morals. My brother-in-law, Mr. G—— A——, was at that time superintendent of the factory. I was invited to go and preach at that place, and went up one evening, and preached in the village schoolhouse, which was large, and was crowded with hearers. The word, I could see, took powerful effect among the people, especially among the young people who were at work in the factory.
The next morning, after breakfast, I went into the factory, to look through it. As I went through, I observed there was a good deal of agitation among those who were busy at their looms, and their mules, and other implements of work. On passing through one of the apartments, where a great number of young women were attending to their weaving, I observed a couple of them eyeing me, and speaking very earnestly to each other; and I could see that they were a good deal agitated, although they both laughed. I went slowly toward them. They saw me coming, and were evidently much excited. One of them was trying to mend a broken thread, and I observed that her hands trembled so that she could not mend it. I approached slowly, looking on each side at the machinery, as I passed; but observed that this girl grew more and more agitated, and could not proceed with her work. When I came within eight or ten feet of her, I looked solemnly at her. She observed it, and was quite overcome, and sunk down, and burst into tears. The impression caught almost like powder, and in a few moments nearly all in the room were in tears. This feeling spread through the factory. Mr. W——, the owner of the establishment, was present, and seeing the state of things, he said to the superintendent, “Stop the mill, and let the people attend to religion; for it is more important that our souls should be saved than that this factory run.” The gate was immediately shut down, and the factory stopped; but where should we assemble? The superintendent suggested that the mule room was large; and, the mules being run up, we could assemble there. We did so, and a more powerful meeting I scarcely ever attended. It went on with great power. The building was large, and had many people in it, from the garret to the cellar. The revival went through the mill with astonishing power, and in the course of a few days nearly all in the mill were hopefully converted.

Debra Torres link

12/2/2013 07:28:01 am

Wow! So amazing, Sue. Thanks for sharing. I had wanted to put something about Charles Finney in this post, but couldn't find what I wanted on the web. This is so amazing, and it helps complete the post. Praise Jesus!

Stewart link

12/6/2013 07:43:58 am

I smell ok.
What I mean is, sometimes I stink when I allow myself to get upset or whatever and kinda give God a bad name if you know what I mean, but (and here's a good smell part) I am aware of it and I always try to act and react the way Jesus would so I can honor Him.
It's a lifelong process, right?
Hmmm, now that smells nice. Sort-of.

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