"smelling God's glory"
They say when you lack a sense other senses sharpen up. I’m not sure, but I do know I smell well!
Not that I smell good – I know sometimes I don’t: but I can smell things that go on. I know when my mother is cooking,
I know when the sun is shining, I know when the fruit on the tree is ripe – I can smell it!
I also know whose around – I know how my friends smell. Which means I also know when someone new is about – a new smell.
So I think I smelt him first – a new smell. I took a deep breath and I knew he was there. So I shouted out “Jesus – son of David – have mercy on me!” I embarrassed some of the people around me, but I called out all the same – I knew he was there, and I knew he could help.
Then the smell got stronger, and I knew he was right in front of me. I could smell his sweat, I could smell his hair, I could smell his clothes (and they weren’t that clean!). Then I could smell his hands and I felt him touch my face. Then I started to see.
Weird shapes, all around me, light, colour, movement.
So I went to smell everything I saw to put shapes and colours to the smells I knew so well.
I saw what my favourite fruit looked like, I saw where my house was, and I saw my mum, and I smelt she was cooking my favourite food.
(c) Anne Sardeson “out of the box” publications 2012
Not that I smell good – I know sometimes I don’t: but I can smell things that go on. I know when my mother is cooking,
I know when the sun is shining, I know when the fruit on the tree is ripe – I can smell it!
I also know whose around – I know how my friends smell. Which means I also know when someone new is about – a new smell.
So I think I smelt him first – a new smell. I took a deep breath and I knew he was there. So I shouted out “Jesus – son of David – have mercy on me!” I embarrassed some of the people around me, but I called out all the same – I knew he was there, and I knew he could help.
Then the smell got stronger, and I knew he was right in front of me. I could smell his sweat, I could smell his hair, I could smell his clothes (and they weren’t that clean!). Then I could smell his hands and I felt him touch my face. Then I started to see.
Weird shapes, all around me, light, colour, movement.
So I went to smell everything I saw to put shapes and colours to the smells I knew so well.
I saw what my favourite fruit looked like, I saw where my house was, and I saw my mum, and I smelt she was cooking my favourite food.
(c) Anne Sardeson “out of the box” publications 2012
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