There is a guy at our church who really smells.
I don't think he showers regularly - well ok I know he doesn't.
I think he has some mental health issues
that contribute to his outward appearance.
Sometimes its really hard to be too near him.
I had a really hard time especially when I was pregnant but
I made it a purpose to always say hello to him and talk to him.
He now sits with me every Sunday.
I love it.
Today as a wave of his odor was inhaled by my nostrils I thought about how much I love this guy.
He reminds me of how awful my inside can smell
when I am not close to Jesus.
My ugly sinful state reeks beyond any outer physical smell
another human can make.