Ask anyone in my family about the watermelon incident of 1986. After they stop chuckling, he or she will explain that we left a watermelon in our car in the middle of July in Daytona Beach, FL. It was a mistake, really, because only a foolhardy individual would do such a thing. Imagine our surprise and dismay when we came back to the car a day later to find the watermelon had exploded all over the interior of the car. Just for fun, one day, leave a sliced watermelon in your car on a hot day. Actually, don't, because it STINKS. Although we cleaned the car with the vengeance of a scorned woman, on really hot days for years to come it would reek slightly of watermelon.
Conversely, because we have a variety of citrus trees at our place, for a short time every spring I can take in a huge,deep breath and take in the scent of beautiful, delicate citrus blossoms. I don't know what it is about this smell, but I will purposely sit outside, be still, and just enjoy breathing in. (And out.) It is a far cry from the nose-wrinkling stench of bad watermelon.
Ephesians 5: 2 reads like this:
And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour.
I often think about this verse whenever the citrus blossoms are in because I wonder if my sacrifice is a sweet smell to God, or if I am the bad watermelon. I wonder if I am living too much for myself and not sacrificing enough for the sake of Jesus, because my default sins are pride and shallowness. Whenever I am not in God's Word enough, I can tell because I become critical and prideful and elevate myself above other people, thinking I'm all that. Just ask Oldest Daughter, because I will make conversation about people that is not edifying and she is the first to yank me up and convict me of being shallow and prideful.
I read in a commentary that the sweet smell of this biblical sacrifice comes after the sacrifice has been burned. So what I take away from that is the idea that I have to present my sacrifice and wholly lay it on the altar before God. I have to not only think about making a sacrifice, not only blog/fb/twitter about sacrifice, but follow through with doing what God has called me to do and get it done already. That's when that sweet smell pleases God.
It's not always so easy. I have to put myself in the backseat and diligently, purposefully seek God out and NOT be the watermelon. I have to clean my life up like we tried to clean the car from the watermelon, and discard pride and shallowness. Although the citrus blossoms only smell great for awhile, it's nice to know that whenever I get real and get serious about my walk with God, that I am a sweet smell to Jesus. And not a stinky, rotten watermelon.