As I write this, I can smell the cranberry bread cooking. It smells so good it makes my mouth water just anticipating the wonderful flavor that smell promises. I think the sense of smell is sometimes underrated because we take it so for granted. Or we complain about the bad smells. Skunks, garbage, BO, poop, road kill, rotten meat . . . I’ll take all the bad, if it means I also, on occasion, get to smell that cranberry bread cooking. If I get to smell a rose, or a magnolia bloom in summer, it’s worth a hundred skunks all the rest of the year. It all comes with the sense of smell, a wonderful gift from God. God, who must have considered an evil, hateful world, and decided the beauty of love, given from a free will, was worth it.
Therefore be imitators of God as dear children. And walk in love, as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet-smelling aroma.
– Ephesians 5:1-2