When the heat is on, what we have doused ourselves in gives
off a fragrance ... or a stink.
I’ve just finished the ironing, and as I pressed the linen
jacket I often wear when I fly overseas, the sweet smell of Chanel No 5 wafted
up and greeted me. I always indulge at the duty free perfume counter, spraying
myself with the samples.
And it occurred to me that the more I wallow in Jesus, the
more likely it is for his sweet fragrance to emerge when the pressure is on in
life.
