Maybe you are like me. When you were a kid, maybe the smells and aromas of the world were a bit, shall we say, intense? Maybe when some kid got sick in the hallway (was I the only one who had a principal announce to the entire school that someone had upchucked?) Maybe while sitting in the backseat of the car you would be overpowered by the scent of a freshly killed skunk. Maybe you would bury your nose deep into the cushions of the car until you could smell that aroma no longer.
My son, Andrew, had quite the nose when he was a young. He would smell something bad and one thing would come out of his mouth: What’s that smelly???
The funny thing is that as I have gotten older my sense of smell has decreased. Not only that, but the more you are surrounded by a smell, the less you smell it. You might call it olfactory fatigue. The smell just seems to go away.
Is that the way it is with the aroma we give off spiritually? Paul tells that we have two aromas. The first is an aroma of death. This makes sense since we were dead before Christ saved us. We carry this smell of death with us. I think we notice it as children, but the longer we carry it with it, we no longer even notice the smell of death upon us.
However, when Christ rescues us from death, we carry the aroma of life. Life exudes from us. We carry the smell of life. The difference is I don’t think this aroma brings the fatigue of death. People notice it. You smell it. It’s difficult to not notice it.
We all carry an aroma with us. It will be the aroma of life or the aroma of death. Which one are you carrying?
What’s that smelly you are carrying?
I wasn’t around for The Monkees when they hit the scene in the 60′s. I grew up hearing about them, of course, because I loved The Beatles and there would always be some sort of comparison between the two.
There was a Monkees revival in the 80′s, so that’s where I got most of my exposure to them. A couple of friends and I went to see The Monkees in concert in 1987. Up until then I was more familiar with Davy Jones from when he took Marcia Brady to a high school dance on an episode of The Brady Bunch.
Davy Jones died yesterday of a massive heart attack at the age of 66. That’s just 22 years older than me.
The older I get the more I see people I grew up watching on TV and in the movies dying. That may sound like something obvious, but you don’t think about those sorts of things when you’re 18, 21 or even 30.
What does the death of Davy Jones mean to me? Of course, it saddens me. I wonder about his spiritual condition. I wonder if he knew Christ. I wonder where he is now.
Most of all, though, it reminds me that I don’t have forever here on this earth. It reminds me that I need to make every day count while I’m here. It reminds me that everything I do needs to be for the glory of God.
Rest In Peace, Davy Jones.
How does the death of someone impact you now compared to when you were younger?
I remember when I first encountered the word ronin. It was around the time of my junior year of high school. I was a comic book collector, which is the nice way of saying that I was a comic book geek or nerd. I still love comic books and superheroes, by the way.
Frank Miller wrote and drew a comic book called Ronin. Miller became famous because of his work on Daredevil, Wolverine and The Dark Knight. You might know of some of his other work like Sin City and 300. I can’t tell you a whole lot about Ronin now. It was a basically about a futuristic samurai.
For some reason I was thinking about all of this the other day. The word ronin popped into my head and I couldn’t get rid of it. So I did a little bit of digging into it. A ronin was a samurai who was masterless. He may have been masterless because his lord had died. Or he may have been masterless because of some shame he had caused his lord and was dismissed. Either way, he was not bound any longer to the master that he had originally worked for. So instead of being a samurai, he now became a ronin. Basically, he would usually be a “hired gun”. A body-guard. An assassin. Whatever someone would pay him for, he would do.
The thing about being a samurai was that once the samurai no longer had your master, he was supposed to die. He was supposed to commit harakiri (we often call it hari kari) or ritual suicide. The ronin did not. However, he did die to the life he had, didn’t he? He was no longer in the good graces of his master and had to work a harder life than was intended.
Also, did the ronin really not have a master? I believe he did. He had many masters. His master was whoever was willing to pay him a wage so that he could satisfy his wants and desires.
All We Like A Ronin
As I read about the ronin, I wondered if we aren’t all ronin. Were Adam and Eve the first ronin? They brought shame upon their Master. Their Master dismissed them. Guess what? He told them they would die. No, they didn’t die physically. That came later. But they did die spiritually. Their lives became harder. They had to work in a way that God did not originally prepare them for.
We are all like ronin, aren’t we? Gone astray. Thankfully we have a Master who comes looking for his lost ronin. He extends grace and mercy to us. He welcomes us back into His house and His family.
Do you remember what life was like without the Master in your life?