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AN UNSANCTIFIED SMELL

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 6, 1877

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 50, No. 11.

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AN UNSANCTIFIED SMELL.

A Christian worker from Boston was holding some evangelistic services in a neighboring town. At the conclusion of one of the meetings a deacon of the church came to him and said,—
“So, you think that you are sanctified, do you?”
“Well, yes, I rather think I am.”
“Then you think that you can’t sin any more?”
“Oh! no, I do not think that; I am afraid I shall.”
“Well,” said the deacon, “I don’t think I am sanctified.”
“No,” replied the brother, with a little hesitation and deliberation, “I should not think you were; you don’t smell like a sanctified man.”
The deacon was soaked with tobacco from head to foot. The conversation closed; he went home and thought. For the first time in his life the idea dawned on him that there was any difference between the smell of a sanctified man and an old tobacco-user. He could not readily dismiss the matter from his mind. The words stuck to him, until at length he renounced the filthy weed, and now it is to be hoped smells more like a sanctified man. Surely when men lay apart “all filthiness and superfluity of naughtiness,” pipes and tobacco will be quite likely to be discarded with the other abominations.—The Wayside.