Yesterday was the my wifes first full day back from her missions trip to Haiti. I had been prepping for her return by doing some reading on how to help them cope with being back in the States, getting ready to just listen, ramping my self up to assure her to take her time not to rush and share what she is not ready for. I was ready for this. I knew my strengths and weaknesses but I was ready, or so I thought.
Something that was missing in the articles and advice was something that hit me hard, and kept on hitting. My wife had a smelly face. No she did not need a shower because this smell could not be washed off. It wasn’t just her face though. All over her she just smelled. She smelled like Jesus. I was not ready for it either. She started with telling some stories, and then showing some pictures. That was all fine and well, but something started to hit me. The more she spoke the more it filled the air. Then she did something that just filled the house with the smell she started putting some stuff away and I do not think her feet hit the ground. She simply float around the house. Singing and praising God.
I have seen my wife in a wedding dress, and in pregnancy (the two most common stages of glowing) and neither of these glows could match this one. It was hard to look at.
See in 2 Corinthians 2:15 is says
“For we are to God the fragrance of Christ among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing.”
It means that people should be able to smell God on you. You should stink with so much Jesus that people either hold their nose around you or smell you like a fresh cake to be blunt you should stink.
While 2 Corinthians 3:18 says
“But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.”
Which just means when people look at us they should see something different. It is a little harder to explain but think of it like the glow of love. People look at you and just know there is something there, something different.
Well my wife came back from Haiti fully polished and pungent, and I did not expect it. I did not expect that her mere presence would make me feel like Peter when he told Jesus to go away because he was a sinful man, or when the leper broke custom and approached Jesus for healing. I am not saying my wife is the Messiah but I am saying she has Jesus all over her. It broke me some to be honest. I knew in an instant that I need to do exactly what God says and exactly how He says it even though I am still not sure what He is saying.
The hard part now is trying to stop the world from trying to cover up the smell on my wife.
Just a thought,