We, His Flowers (Ez 45-48)

"The prince shall enter by the vestibule of the gate from outside, and shall take his stand by the post of the gate. The priests shall offer his burnt offering and his peace offerings, and he shall worship at the threshold of the gate. Then he shall go out, but the gate shall not be shut until evening."

The prince didn't do anything, except bringing his offerings and allowed the priests to burn them to God. God was pleased when those offerings came up to Him. Then the prince went to worship Him as in "making love" to God. It reminded me of the bowlful of flowers I carried for around 13 blocks to home from Union Station after getting off Amtrak from my friend's wedding. I was smiling when I carried those beautiful flowers as if I am feeling "proud of my God", my Man, our Man. Now it stands on my glass dining table, which was full of "Love" in different languages printed on it!

"But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him. For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life. And who is equal to such a task? Unlike so many, we do not peddle the word of God for profit. On the contrary, in Christ we speak before God with sincerity, like men sent from God." - 2 Cor 2:14-18

Through those verses, God showed us that God's also carrying us, feeling "proud of His children". We are like the aroma of Christ to God and to those among us. I recalled saying that to one of my friend implusively, who was baptized in the public pool at field house in Gallaudet University, "the fragrance is being spreaded through the small opening under the door, through every door within field house, and so on! Your fragrance had filled up the whole building!" He laughed! I believe that his bravery enabled the aroma of Christ in him to spread throughout the building and the aroma remained.

"In opinion of scientists there are more than 270,000 versions of colors. Each flower, is shrouded by illusive and mysterious aura, and that magic mood with which it presents all people without exception, whether it is a man or a woman, a small child or an elderly person."

We are all unique and beautiful!