For the past
twenty years or so, I have learned how to be comfortable in less-than-ideal
circumstances with varying results. In the beginning there was a two-hour
commute thanks to the state highway and transportation reconstructing
interstate lanes to a small country town where no one had ever heard of me; by
the time I graduated five years later, the road was sufficient to cut a
half-hour off my drive home. In addition, the early friends I made were friends
of a high school friend/original mentor who happened to pave the way for me to
do a little more than hang out in the dorm and study nonstop (which truthfully,
I should have done more of as a freshman). They helped aid the transition by
hosting Sunday evening dinner at their apartments and for a season, I felt at
home. Despite my self-inflicted attempts to climb out of my extremely socially
awkward shell, I was still welcomed as part of the click.
Looking
back, I wonder how those five years in Arkadelphia have come to define me and
what would have happened had I transferred to the large public university in my
hometown following a very difficult freshman year; that answer can be found in
2 Corinthians. The Apostle Paul describes God-followers as people with a
“pleasing aroma of Christ.” Although those hosts jokingly jabbed me about my
doppelganger rushing me during pledging season instead of my attending their
informational sessions, they indeed smelled like Christ.
When Paul
says that God leads His people in Christ’s triumphal procession spreading the
fragrance of His truth, he’s referring to a practice in the ancient world.
Victorious armies would burn everything incense as they marched through the
streets bringing joy to the townspeople. In the same vein, the people of God
have a pleasing scent – at the very least, a welcoming temperament – to those
that believe. It isn’t Joop!, Nautica, Michael Jordan or any other cologne
we’ve created or chosen to wear to attract the ladies but something God has
gifted us as He leads us in spreading the knowledge of Him.
It’s funny
how that small country town of 11,000 souls has led to so many friendships in
addition to being introduced to my wife but notably remembering those friends
of a friend who smelled more like Christ than Teen Spirit.
For as we are unto God
a sweet savor of Christ, in them that are saved, and in that that perish. 2
Corinthians 2:15
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