I was probably in 12th grade when David Meadows looked at me and said, "Man, I love it when a girl walks by and just smells so good!"
I thought it was funny and unexpected when he made the comment, but my opinion was the same as his.
Some people say being in Copan is like going back in time. I guess it reminds them of another time because of the simple, low-tech, rural life found in this little town in the mountains of a developing country.
Tonight, it's funny to think about one way Copan reminds me of days gone by. Friends in Nashville (Hi, Brandon and Valerie) have heard me mention the fact that when I was growing up, it was as though people felt interested in smelling good. I'm not talking about bathing and wearing deodorant for good hygiene; in the old days, folks would identify some fragrance that actually smelled right on them, and they would wear an appropriate amount of it.
But in recent years, for reasons I don't know, it's as though no one would like to smell good anymore. I must say, that's not the case in Copan Ruinas.
Back home, I seldom notice someone passing by and leaving behind a tasteful amount of a nice fragrance. It happens there occasionally, but I've been struck by how much more common it is here.
If you're ever with me in Copan or in America, there's a way to know when I just caught a whiff of someone whose perfume I admire. I have gotten in the habit of reacting with these words under my breath:
"God, please make my life a living sacrifice that's holy and pleasing to you. Make me a fragrant offering that fills your presence with a sweet aroma."
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