i was chatting with someone last night about how the smell of smoke catches on your clothes and affects you, even when we don’t realise it. he was so right. i remember it well from the teenage years of spending most weekends in smoked fill snooker halls. my clothes were always stinking and headed straight for the washing machine when i got home.

living in the real world with real people means that we are subjected to so many different influences. the things we watch. the words we hear. the culture around us. even though we don’t consciously take stuff in, we are constantly being influenced by those around. it can leave us smelling of smoke this guy told me.

and i was thinking about that this morning and then i thought of jude 23: “snatch others from the fire and save them.”

perhaps were called to be people who smell of smoke…