“...they took knowledge of them, that they had been with Jesus.”
(Acts 4:13)
At a Christian conference many years ago, I read a precious story of one of God’s choice saints. During the break from preaching he took a stroll in the rose garden, when entering again to continue the meeting all eyes were upon him; the sweet smell of the roses had transferred themselves on to his garments. Their fragrance had rubbed off on him, if you please!
There is an aroma among a remnant of God’s elect that is unseen, but felt. They can walk into a room and their Christ-like scent, as Mary's alabaster box, fills the house. All you can surmise about other Christians who are void of such perfumed lives is that they must be spending their time around an odourless artificial rose. The former not only carry the beauty of the rose, but its fragrance.
When you meet someone who carries such a sweet savour how many of us feel like crying out, “My leanness, my leanness.”
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