We took a load of stuff to the dump.  As we rolled into the smell, my first thought was I’m glad I don’t work here.  My second thought was—I wonder what hell smells like.  Though I am sure, with the wretchedness of sin (plus smoke and sulfur), it smells far worse than our dump.  With all senses intact,  and no fresh air to breathe, imagine smelling that for eternity.  The Lord used my nose that day to bring the unsaved to mind, as well as the confident reminder of how freely He pardons us from our sin. 

Isaiah 55:7
Rev. 19:20