The Smell of Heat.

My aunt turned to me and swore up and down that she could smell the heat. She was sitting on about the sixth row bleachers of the football stadium. And sure enough, as soon as she said it, I spotted the heaters that had been turned on to warm the home football team. I had to think about this again... before we saw the heaters, we smelled the heat. But heat doesn't smell, or does it?

Well, not exactly, but evidence of heaters being on can smell. You know... when you haven't used the heat in your house for 7 months and then you turn it on for the first time again. Then, you can smell heat. You know relief is coming as soon as you smell it.


As I was thinking about it this, it hit me. This is how I want to be. I am not Jesus. Sure, I want to be as much like Him as I can be. But I will never be Him. I will never be able to rescue people. Instead, I desire for people to tell by my life that someone far greater than myself has rescued me. I want to be the sign that relief is coming. I want to be the smell of heat.