February 01, 2012

Why Pine Trees are Used at CHRISTmas?

This conversation happened between my husband and me last night at the Christening class.

The Deacon was having everyone smell the two different oils so we knew what they smelled like in advance. He handed me a container with the first one, it's a solid, and I held it while my husband and I smelled it and then I passed it to the man next to me.

The second oil I held in my hands and the following conversation happened, my husband and I are in hushed tones the entire time:

Me : Hunh. What's this smell?

Hunhead: Pine. It smells like pine.

Deacon *not having heard us*: This oil I tell people is the scent of Christ...

Me: Christ smelled like a pine tree?

Hunhead *raised eyebrow*: Shhh...

Me: Did they use a pine tree to make his cross?

Hunhead *closing his eyes, taking a deep breath*: No.... (shaking his head)

About 10 minutes later, I was starting to get fidgety. I kept smelling Pine. I was smelling my shirt, smelling my arms...

Hunhead *still hushed tones*: What in the world are you doing?

Me: I still smell Christ.

Hunhead: NO you don't. Did you put that oil on you?

Me: NO! I didn't! I still smell him though. Christ is all over me.

Hunhead: It's in your head. Leave it alone. Shh. Stop it.

I stopped fidgeting, accepting I was going to have to just sit there and smell Pine while he evidently... didn't.

We started to walk out to the car and I started smelling my arms again, then smelling my hands.

Hunhead *no longer hushed tones*: Hun. WHAT.ARE.YOU.DOING

Me: Christ is all over me. I know. You don't smell it, but it's on my hands. I smell Him!

Hunhead: You know what... YOU were the one that held that container. I didn't. It must've had the oil on the outside so that's why it's on you and I'm not smelling it.

Me: I need a shower. Christ is stuck on me...

I'm not sure I'll look at a Christening the same ever again... I know dang well when the Fat Pookie has that oil rubbed on her, and I'm holding her, I'll inhale her and look at my husband and say, 'You know Who she smells like, right?"

Posted by Boudicca at February 1, 2012 10:03 PM

I like the way your mind works... LOL!

Posted by: pam at February 2, 2012 07:55 AM

Aye, Lassie, in the auld country tha Fat Pookie woulda smelled like a Rowan Tree.

Posted by: Angus of Jura at February 2, 2012 08:55 PM