I was at church tonight and we were singing this worship song, which, like a lot of them contains some metaphors that it's best not to think too hard about. This one was saying "may our worship be a fragrance, Oh Lord, to you."
This struck me as funny since my current favorite fragrance is Stella McCartney's thought-provokingly titled Stella. Which I, of course, insist on pronouncing STELLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
And I thought, if my worship were a fragrance, it would be this. Some people's worship is probably like a Shakepearean sonnett or one of those really forcefully happy ska songs. But mine is screaming like a maniac in the rain. An unfaithful, drunk and mean screw-up of a maniac, begging for it all to please just not be over.
What romantic notions of faith I have.
[Note to pastors: I over-extended this metaphor while unable to pay attention past the first 20 minutes of the sermon. I realize that I have a shorter attention span than a lot of people, but I don't think any of us need you to tell us the same thing 15 times using slightly different words. Give us a little bit of credit here - 3 different ways will probably get the job done. The Internet will thank you for not subjecting it to any more addlepated theology a la Lori.]