It was more than forty years ago and we had driven through the night out of Nevada, through Lake Tahoe and then gently descended into the area surrounding Sacramento California. Of all the new sights and sounds for this New England boy, the one that lasts till today was the aroma of the acacia trees. It was a fragrance I had never known and it stays with me as the unique and beautiful signature of that moment.
Peeking out from the sometimes grayness of our daily grind God has created a day that is meant to carry the very essence of His presence. His Sabbath is given to us, not as a dour demand but as a place of delight. On the Sabbath day there is a window open through which the sweet breeze of Heaven can blow. Once that fragrance fills our soul we will forever long for the day when it will never end.