Sep 1, 2017
This past week, as I walked into the garage, an offensive odor hit my nostrils. Ugh! Something was dead somewhere in the garage. I ended up being late for an appointment and didn’t find the dead critter until later that evening.
It makes me think. Would our believing and (even more important) not-yet-believing friends say that the character and disposition of our lives are a pleasant aroma that points people to Jesus?