I have the weirdest superpower

When I read about other people’s superpowers, I usually crack up. But I have friends with serious superpowers, too: teaching, showing mercy, organizing, “keeping kids alive,” cooking, blitz cleaning, etc. I admire every one of these ladies!

And then, there are the more unique friends: One’s hand tendons roll. Another completely flops his tongue upside down. My family can raise one eyebrow very high. Superpowers tend to be quirky, silly, and frankly … who cares?

Mine is special.

And, it’s just as weird as other people’s.

I smell things.

You might smell things, too, but probably not like I do.

I actually smell things when I see a photo.

  • Bread? Yummm.
  • Lilacs? Sweet.
  • Gumbo? Smell the shrimp and spices.
  • Roses? Those, too.
  • Gas pumps. I smell the fumes.
  • Lemons or chocolate? Yes, quite a visceral reaction.

It’s really crazy when I browse Pinterest, since photographs trigger a genuine smell reaction.

Maybe the connection between my nose and my mind has rewired. I never heard of anyone else with my goofy gift. It’s true. And yes, sometime’s I think I’m bonkers.

Did you know that God recognizes smells, too?

The priests in the Old Testament burned special incense, a recipe mandated by God Himself. It was so special that it couldn’t be used for anything except worship. And the LORD said unto Moses, Take unto thee sweet spices, stacte, and onycha, and galbanum; these sweet spices with pure frankincense: of each shall there be a like weight: And thou shalt make it a perfume, a confection after the art of the apothecary, tempered together, pure and holy: And thou shalt beat some of it very small, and put of it before the testimony in the tabernacle of the congregation, where I will meet with thee: it shall be unto you most holy (Exodus 30:34-36).

The incense burned, and the smoke of it covered the mercy seat that is upon the testimony (Leviticus 16:12-13).

God was pleased with this perfumed smoke in the air.

It was a complete sensory experience for the high priest, too. The gold, silver, brass, beautifully embroidered curtains, colors, and blood and fire filled his vision. Little bells tinkled in his ears—the bells that let those outside know he was still alive and moving around in the Holy of Holies. The cloud of incense billowed over the Mercy Seat as he made the sprinkled blood offering to cover the sins of the people for another year.

David said, Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice (Psalm 141:2).

In the New Testament, the prayers of God’s people actually become perfume in heaven. What a concept! Our prayers smell sweet to God.

And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps, and golden vials full of odours, which are the prayers of saints (Revelation 5:8).

And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand (Revelation 8:3-4).

I wonder how many sweet puffs of perfume I sent up today.

How about you?