Slightly Obsessed #102 "Seize the Flavor, Church" by Pamela Thorson on 2015-03-04 09:57:29
“You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt has become tasteless, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled under foot by men.” - Matthew 5:13.
He sat in the doctor’s office, scrunched into the little room along with the formidable exam table, the computer with all his medical information, the doctor, and two doting family members. The doctor studied the computer screen for a moment and then asked him how much salt he ate with his meals.
“Too much,” replied one of the family members.
“But eating salt is Scriptural,” he protested.
Yes. Amen. I believe.
Try, if you can, to imagine a world without salt. It would be a sad, sad place. It’s hard to conceive a movie without buttery, salty popcorn turning your fingers gold and puckering your mouth until you just have to buy that large pop for $29.95. Do you really want to exist in a backyard barbecue without sour cream and cheddar potato chips? Without salt, life would be so, well…
Although in modern countries salt is plentiful, in ancient times, it was so valuable it was used as money. While too much of it can be detrimental, salt does have some redeeming qualities.
*It has antiseptic properties.
*It is necessary for life.
*It is a preservative.
*It makes us thirsty.
*It enhances the flavor of food.
It’s not hard to see why Jesus called His people the salt of the earth. It is His plan for us to exhibit these same qualities. We’re called to be a cleansing, preserving force in the world. We’re supposed to provide what’s necessary for life to those who are dying. We should make others thirsty for the living water. We have the power to share our joy in the journey.
Pure salt can’t lose its flavor. Only salt that has been contaminated can become tasteless. Jesus said that salt in that state was useless to Him, only fit to be tossed out onto the footpaths.
Church, it’s time to seize the flavor. Toss out the fillers. Go to the source and get pure again. Be strong. Be purifying, preserving, cleansing, life-giving, and joyful. Let’s quit being tasteless.
Make ‘em thirsty.
About Pamela Thorson:
Pamela Thorson is a licensed practical nurse, author, and full-time caregiver. She pioneered in the homeschooling movement from 1982-2006 and authored her first book, Song in the Night, in 2008. Her second book, Out from the Shadows: 31 Devotions for the Weary Caregiver, released in 2014. She resides in the Northwest with her family.
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