THE CHOKING SMELLS OF EVIL AND THE SWEET AROMAS OF GOOD

EVIL:
The dust.
The churned up sod.
Human sweat.
The horses’ lather.
The smell of an impending storm.
The stench of evisceration.
The blood—human and divine commingled.
The vinegar in the sop.
The drunken belches and vomit of the crucifiers as they gag on their deed.

These are the smells joining the Fahrenheit and brimstone of hell in history’s nostrils at a place called Aceldema—also called Golgatha and Calvary

After the deed was done and the veil was rent came the gentle after-storm smell of fresh rain’s ozone—a purifier.

Witnesses of the exorcism of the Gadarene and of modern day demonic events would tell you of hell’s nauseating miasma—often smelling like human waste.

The streets of Haiti reek with the smell of hell.

It has always been that guilty ones know an acrid stench in their minds as guilt presses down on their souls.

Auschwitz, Dachau, Poland, Cambodia, China, Eurasia, Rwanda, Uganda, Zimbabwe, the 911 rubble, they all leave an odor strong enough to taste in the throat.

GOOD:
How opposite the aromas of Salvation.
“Sweet savor,” is how the Word describes our praise.
Frankincense.
Rose of Sharon.
The garden at Olivet.
Lily of the valley.
New-mown hay.
Incense of the sanctuary.
The florid lilt of children’s laughter.
The sweet taste of forgiveness.
The dizzying scents of a loving spouse’s embrace.
The pure olfactory pleasure of a freshly bathed baby.
The sweet smell-taste that thirsty ones know when they near water.
The gentle perfume of peace.
The bouquet of the communion cup.

What will be the sensory delights of the Marriage Supper of the Lamb?