Today we had a hurricane shutter inspection at our house. Even if the dog hadn’t let us know (loudly) that the inspector was here, we would have known anyway. How? His smell! The guy was a smoker, and when we opened the front door billows of his cigarette smoke wafted in. He was still lit up, and even though he stayed outside, our house smelled like him within minutes. It got me thinking about our “aroma,” which should be a pleasing offering to the Lord. I’m not talking, of course, of a physical aroma that can be changed by a trip into Hollister for a new perfume. I’m talking about the aroma of our lives, the sum total of who we are and how we represent our faith. Do we stink up a whole room with our attitude before we even step foot inside? Or do we make the whole house seem like a freshly lit candle? What do we smell like?