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What’s Your Fragrance?

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II Corinthians 2:14-17

I am a distributor for essential oils and use oils daily as a part of my wellness routine.  I carry oils in my purse and share them with anyone and everyone I meet who has a need.  I believe they are effective in keeping me healthy.

People will frequently say, “You smell good,” or “What is that smell?”  Generally, it is peppermint oil, my favorite.  But today, my heart was challenged by the verses in II Corinthians.  Do those who cross my daily path also detect another fragrance, a fragrance sweeter than any essential oil I could choose?  Do they detect in me the fragrance of Christ, the Savior and Redeemer of souls? Do they detect the aroma of kindness, goodness, and unconditional love?

As an ambassador or representative of an essential oil company, it is part of my job to “put on” oils and display their qualities.  But even more, I am an ambassador for God; and as His representative, I should display His qualities.  On my own, I could never achieve this.  My shortcomings are many.  But fortunately, I do not have to rely on my own strength.  “Not that we are competent in ourselves. . . but our competence comes from God.  He has made us competent as ministers. . . ” (II Corinthians 3:5-6)

My prayer is that through the power of the Holy Spirit, the primary fragrance emanating from me will be that most compelling of sweet aromas—the Aroma of Christ–that people might, through me, be drawn to Him.

The Colors of Christmas [redux]

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Into a dark and sin-filled world

A blessed babe was born.

To rescue men with blackened hearts

He came that Christmas morn.

A promised King, at last arrived,

His parents tired and worn.

No one to welcome their new Son,

With Kingly robes adorn.

How could all men with cold, black hearts

Display contempt and scorn?

For the One who came to offer them

New life in Him, reborn.

 

He hung upon a cross to die,

Forsaken and forlorn.

To bear my sins and on Himself

He took my shame and scorn.

Blood of red spilled from His side.

He like a sheep was shorn—

Stripped and beaten, nailed and mocked.

His crown, a crown of thorns.

“Abba, Father,” was His cry;

His Mother, nearby, mourned.

And from the temple came the sound.

The veil, at last, was torn!

 

Ring out the bells, sing out the news,

Let heralds sound their horns!

A promised King, at last, arrived;

A blessed babe is born.

And now, He does, with robes of white

The righteous ones adorn.

To all who come and humbly bow,

To all who’ve been reborn—

Rejoice in Him. Sing out your praise.

Let Him, your life, adorn!

And celebrate the birth of Christ

This year on Christmas morn.

The Rest of the Christmas Story (Luke 2:25-35) [redux]

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Just a baby in a manger

Holy, precious heavenly child

Born in humble, poor surroundings.

First born Son so meek and mild.

Nearby shepherds hear the story

Told by angels, joyous news.

Born to you this day a Savior,

Resting now with cows and ewes.

Swaddling clothes, a sign of glory.

Angels sing, their voices raise.

Shepherds seek in haste to find Him,

Share the news and give God praise.

Mary ponders all their sayings,

Weighing thoughts within her heart.

Joseph’s quiet strength beside her,

Silent presence from the start.

Came the time for dedication.

Jesus was the baby’s name.

To Jerusalem they brought Him,

He, who’d later suffer shame.

Now there was a man named Simeon,

Righteous and devout was he,

Looking for the hope of Israel,

Promised death he would not see

‘Til the Christ, the Lord’s Anointed

Had been held within his arms.

And when Simeon held the baby,

At the moment safe from harm,

He revealed the Child’s appointed

Destiny—a Light to bring

Glory to God’s people Israel,

Salvation through a promised King.

Though an earthly King they looked for,

God had planned another way.

“And a sword will pierce your own soul,”

Mary heard old Simeon say.

And a prophetess named Anna

At the temple day and night

Offered thanks to God for Jesus,

Israel’s redemption now in sight.

Little baby, news so joyous.

The Messiah, promised King

In a manger, His life started

Born to reign, the angels sing.

But a coming shadow lingers

Prophets of His future told.

Destined death to save His people

To return them to the fold.

As we linger at the manger

Celebrating Jesus’ birth

Let us not forget the shadow

Of the cross—this baby’s worth.

Not to weep or moan in sadness

But to multiply our joy.

Saved by grace because He suffered—

Holy, precious baby boy.