(On Friday's in October I'll share a real-life story of community through Five Minute Friday.)
I pull the jar out of the fridge. It's a canning jar in which we save the strained bacon grease. I spoon some into the pan to melt it down. And soon we'll have a perfect beginning to almost any meal.
People love bacon. It can elevate roasted vegetables to something otherworldly. It makes beans and greens close to nirvana. And that fragrance.
The unmistakable scent of bacon wafts through your home and out your windows. It welcomes people through your front door. Everybody can recognize it's salty smell. And most everybody comes running when they do.
And this is how I hope my faith will be. That a life lived in light of the Gospel will be a pleasing aroma to God and to others. That once people get to know the real Jesus they'll find a God not based on religion but on grace. They'll find the true Lover of their souls. They'll smell the fragrance of Jesus and fall in love.
Because if you know who Jesus really is, a God-man who gave up everything for the undeserving to rescue them from death, you can't help but love Him.
This post is part of the 31 Days of Neighboring series.