Some clichés are falsehoods and aren’t worth the price of a vowel on Wheel of Fortune; however, timeless classics like, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder have been cherished for generations.
To be honest, I lack more than just a little sophistication when it comes to appreciating the elegance and splendor of beauty, but even I can appreciate:
- The exquisite craftsmanship of Michelangelo’s marble statue of Moses
- The bold acoustics and graceful notes of Beethoven’s Symphony in C minor.
- The rustic charm of Grant Wood’s American Gothic.
Beauty should not be thought of as just a sensory perception of the eye. It can also be a pleasant fragrance that fires the sensory neurons in your schnozzle.
People like me can identify a canvas that hosts the bright strokes of a Picasso, but we are more apt to be awed by the sight of a scrumptious slice of apple pie fused with the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. While some of us will never fully appreciate the world of art, there are others who will never savor the delicious bouquet of culinary delights nor the sweet perfume of a rose.
It’s estimated that 2 million people actually stink at smelling. Dysfunctional smellers are found more often among men than women: In one study, nearly 25% of men and 11% of women, ages 60–69, had a smell disorder. This diagnosis falls into four classifications:
- Anosmia is the complete inability to detect odors.
- Hyposmia is the diminished ability to detect odors.
- Parosmia is a change in a person’s ability to distinguish odors.
- Phantosmia is the bogus illusion of the nose; it is a perceptual false-positive of an odor that isn’t present.
The nasal tone of this post would not be complete, if I failed to mention two smells that are especially pleasing to God:
- The aroma of your prayers that evoke the smell of golden bowls full of incense in (Revelation 5:8).
- The aroma of your love that Paul speaks of in the book of Ephesians.
Let today be the day to contemplate the beauty that surrounds you, to reflect on the beauty of the Lord our God that is upon you (Psalm 90:17), and to take the words of Thoreau to heart: Behave so the aroma of your actions may enhance the general sweetness of the atmosphere.
What kind of a friend are you? Do you limit the growth and achievement of your friends or do lift them up when they are down and nudge them forward when they need a little encouragement? Do you stir the pot of life with positive strokes?
My love for the game of baseball started at an early age. It’s a game I played with my dad, my brothers, and my friends. Summer nights were spent at the ball diamonds where I was either playing or shouting words of encouragement to my buddies who were.
Mother Teresa has said: Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.
If you could look inside your head, would you find the thought center of your mind dotted with the warts of worry and the ulcers of anxiety? If so, you might find some comfort in the potent promise of Isaiah 26:3: You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.
I’m not sure where we had been, but when John Hayden drove up his driveway, his little mutt ran off the porch and begin to bark with the attitude of a junk yard dog. John looked at me with his characteristic ear to ear grin, and said: “That’s the best little watchdog I’ve ever had.”
For several years now, veterans have gathered at
Over the weekend,
Some people live their lives wildly chasing dreams that eventually leave them feeling empty and hollow. I thought of this yesterday when I read five words from Psalm 34: Seek peace and pursue it.
When thermometers record the sizzling summer heat in triple digits, and people seek the shade instead of the sun, they are rarely thinking of Christmas. For several years now, some merchants have been trying to refocus your thoughts and stoke the fires of your holiday spirit by offering Christmas in July.