Becoming Like Christ

2 Corinthians 3:18 But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.

A beautiful statue stands in the market-place. It is that of a Greek slave-girl, but she is well dressed, tidy, and handsome. A dirty, forlorn ragged slave-girl passes by. She sees the statue stops, and gazes at it in rapt admiration. She goes home, washes her face and combs her hair. Another day she stops, in passing, to look at the statue. Next day her tattered clothes were washed and mended. Each day she stops to look at the statue, and each next day she has imitated some of its beauties, until the dirty, ragged slave becomes completely transformed–she becomes another girl.

This is the way Christ teaches, He does not hurl His own individuality upon others; He simply lives, and works, and loves before men, not to be seen of them, but to inspire them to a holy emulation.

That Smell

2 Cor. 2:15-16

15 For we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish:

16 To the one we are the savour of death unto death; and to the other the savour of life unto life. And who is sufficient for these things?

The other day I bought this new cleaning product. I was drawn to it by the wording of the labeling “no obnoxious fumes”. I’m very sensitive to harsh fumes so this was an easy buy for me. It took about one minute of use for me to realize that “obnoxious” was relative to the nose; that stuff was about as foul and obnoxious as anything I’ve ever had the displeasure of inhaling.

Have you ever wondered why there are certain folks that get to squirming around when you bring up the things of God around or to then? Perhaps it is as our passage today says: they smell the death of their sins on themselves when the sweet perfume of God is being waved through the air about them.

The next time you see some squirming going on with someone remember that it’s coming from their conscience. And keep on fanning them with the sweet aroma of the Lord, praying they’ll become sickened by the smell of death and long to have the aroma of life on them, too.