Dear Pilgim, are you aware of how beautiful your aroma is
today?
I can see from the look in your eyes, even the tears now
welling in your eyes, that you are all too aware of what you perceive to be the
foul stench of sin wafting around you. How you desire to be
completely pure, to be free from the daily battle that corrupts and stains even
the purest offering you can bring Him. How your heart trembles with sadness
that even your love for Him is tainted. You think about your righteousness
being like filthy rags before Him, and you are broken, emptied of self, bowed
low before Him.
Dear Pilgrim, I urge you to take in a deep breath – and listen
to the voice of your Beloved:
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice!
How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice!
Oh Pilgrim, what a precious truth it is that unlike the
idols which cannot smell, Yahweh can! As He breathed out into the nostrils of man
His very breath, giving him life and fellowship with Himself, so too as man
walked with the LORD in the Garden, the LORD breathed in the pleasing aroma and
fragrance of fellowship with him – and He declared that it was very
good.
Sin caused a stench in the nostrils of our Holy God. But
Pilgrim, come with me to Golgotha. Walk soberly. We are walking on the Holiest
of ground. Kneel with me here at the foot of His cross. Lift your face – see Him
there, Lamb of God, bloody, disfigured, bearing your sin, my sin, in His body
on that tree. And as you gaze upon Your Saviour, take this truth into your
heart, that He gave Himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God. As He hung on that cross, He was a fragrant offering! Only the Son of God
could possibly bear all of our sin on His shoulders and at the same time be a
fragrant offering before His Father. For this is His beloved Son, whom He
loves, with Him He is well pleased.
Precious Pilgrim, do you see? The Son is a fragrant offering
to the Father. As you come before your Father, in the Name of His beloved Son,
trusting only in Him, in His righteousness, then everything you offer your
Father becomes a fragrant offering, acceptable to Him. Your prayers rise up as a precious, holy fragrance to the throne room just like the incense from the
golden altar before the Ark of the Testimony in the Tabernacle. Your acts of love towards your brethren become a fragrant offering, an acceptable sacrifice,
pleasing to God. You are to God the pleasing aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing.
And as you worship your Saviour, the Beloved Son, kneeling
at His feet, pouring your heart out to Him, for Him, in adoration of Who He is,
all He has done and all He will yet do, the Garden is once more filled with the fragrance of perfume.