Take a breath and smell this . . .
Bread baked in an oven.
A skunk in your neighborhood.
A rotten egg, diesel engine, or spoiled milk.
A puppy’s breath, orange blossoms, or a Christmas tree.
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There was that time when Jesus ate dinner at Lazarus’ home. What if they’d shared fresh baked bread, grilled lamb, figs just plucked from the tree, and pomegranates with red, sweet juice dribbling down chins? Can you smell the feast?
Were any doors and windows open? Did a gust of wind deliver the aroma of a nearby orchard? Were flowers blooming by the entry? Had Lazarus’ neighbor spent the day pressing new oil from harvested olives? Do you feast in the smells?
Jesus’ disciples crowded into the room. Judas fingered the bag of coins. Peter longed for his family. Thomas ate too much. Matthew told a convoluted story about a tax dodger from Galilee. All of them were road weary and sweat-stained. They couldn’t recall their last bath. Continue reading →