I Smelled of Smoke



I smelled of smoke.

I walked over to Tim during worship last Sunday and I said “I smell of smoke”. My eyes were full tears as I was touched in a way that I had not experienced before.

Earlier, before the service had started, Tim found me and said “I have a couple I want to introduce to you”.  I had to get my feet moving fast as he was weaving in and out of people and I wasn’t sure where he was headed. We stopped at a table in our café area and there sat two precious gifts. Tim introduced me and I leaned over to hug the lady. As we stood and talked I could see that the man became more relaxed the longer we spoke.  We spent a few minutes as we would with any new visitor that had given us their time. After we said our last words I hugged the woman again. As I moved away I noticed I smelled of smoke. A strong woodsy kind of scent from an open fire.  You see our guests were from Tent City and we were so honored to have them come to our church. After the service we talked to the couple again and I know it is not going to be the last time for us to see them.

Sunday I got to be God’s ambassador.  Jesus smelled like smoke on Sunday.

Humbled that I got to get out my pencil today.

Krista

Matthew 25:37-40 (The Message) "Then those 'sheep' are going to say, 'Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink? And when did we ever see you sick or in prison and come to you?' Then the King will say, 'I'm telling the solemn truth: Whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me—you did it to me.'"