It was the smell that first caught McKenzie’s attention. It transported him back to a time when he lived in Kisumu, Kenya. He was six years old.His family lived in the security of the military compound where his father had been unexpectedly stationed. McKenzie made friends quickly with some of the other white children but it was the Kenyan children that he liked the most. He had never known any black kids before.Blessing was a boy roughly the same age as McKenzie but that’s where the similarities stopped. Blessing had a younger sister called Precious. Together they came into the compound every day. While their mother cleaned around the compound her children would sit, well behaved, on the carefully tended lawn.When it came time to clean McKenzie’s family home, McKenzie would go out to play. Blessing loved football and so too did McKenzie. They didn’t speak each other’s language but football knew no language barriers. During the rough and tumble of close-contact hot and sweaty games, McKenzie noticed the smell of their sweat. As soon as the family sat next to him on the plane he smelled it. They must have been rushing to catch their flight; mother, her two children and, McKenzie presumed, a family friend. He breathed deep and enjoyed the memories that their smell evoked….. 2 Corinthians 2:16….To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life.To find out more about this bible verse please go to ‘What Do You Smell?‘: http://www.getthegist.net/