Huele en Dios

This the what you see when you walk into the front door. The white frame on left is my window.

i Bienvenido a la casita !

La iglesia

Very interesting service. The first hour was singing very corny but catchy songs about letting Christ inside you (songs like that always make me think about sex), but I found myself clapping and singing along until my lower back began to ache. Then the sermon began. The theme was fragrance. The paster told us a story about a 24 week premature baby that survived and told her mother that she could smell god in the rain. That was somewhat inspiring, or at least astonishing that she survived and didn't have any serious disabilities. The pastor said that you smell what you surround yourself with. His wife worked in a chocolate factory factory and she always smelled like chocolate, the smell he now associates with love. He showed a picture of a man standing in a pile of garbage (he was using a powerpoint) to demonstrate what you don't want to smell like. I didn't understand when he was saying it, I thought that huele meant hail, because he kept saying "huele en dios", but it means "smell like god". When I thought back on the image of the man standing in trash I was reminded of the movie Wasteland that documents the lives of Brazilian land fill workers. They all say the same thing, they hate their job, but somebody has to do it. 

I was optimistic when I got there, even eager. It took me asking Andre and Mary afterwards what he was talking about to fully understand and then certain phrases came back to me that disturbed me. The one that really cemented my prio feelings of atheism was when the pastor said, "those who chose to believe smell of eternal life, and those who do not believe smell of death". I wonder if the couple behind me could smell me?