The smell of incense is thick in the air tonight and candles can be seen burning on street corners. Today this country celebrates Ghost Festival. This is the day when Ghosts come to haunt those who have offended them, so people burn incense and offer food to these Ghosts in hopes to please them. Such vanity. I asked a girl today who these ghosts are. She told me that everything that dies has a ghost. So they burn this incense, but how can you possibly please the ghost of everything that has ever died?
I hate the smell of incense, but it has become part of daily smells. People in my apartment set out incense on the stairwell. Whenever I walk by I am so tempted to "accidentally" knock it off the edge. Doesn't G hate that smell more than I do? But instead I should take the incense stands and that horrid scent as a daily reminder to me. I am supposed to be incense. My life is meant to be a fragrant aroma and my praises are supposed to rise like incense. Does the scent of my life bother non-believers? Am I as faithful in daily and continually shouting praises out to G as my neighbors are in sending out a nauseating aroma to their dead ancestors? Certainly my G is so much more deserving than live family members, let alone dead ones.
So join me on this daily journey to be a fragrant aroma to the Most High G. Let us praise Him, let us honor Him, let us bring Him glory by giving Him our lives.
"But thanks be to G who always leads us in triumph in Chr J, and who manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in EVERY place. For we are a fragrance of Chr to G among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing." 2 Corinthians 2:14-15
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