It stinks in here. Literally. How can I concentrate on today’s chores, tomorrow’s fun, or any lofty thoughts of my Maker when the fish dinner from two nights ago still hangs thick in the air? I washed every pot, pan, counter, and backsplash. I emptied the trash, left the windows wide open, and even baked brownies to erase the smell. Okay, the brownies were not solely to create a better aroma. But that oh-so-wonderful fish market odor lingers.
It’s like that proverb, “Dead flies make a perfumer’s oil stink, so a little foolishness is weightier than wisdom and honor” (Ecc 10:1). I hate that one stinky fish can overshadow a week of wonderful culinary enjoyment. Or that one moment of foolishness can undo months of wisdom. How about you?