Salt

salt

I listen to a lot of Celtic and Irish music. It is soothing to me.  Many days I just let Pandora play unknowing of what I am listening to.  Today I looked over because I really liked the jig playing and the song was Old Hag You have Killed Me by the The Bothy Band.  Well that was a shock.

Absolutely not the topic of the blog. Here is the real blog.

Have you ever been in a restaurant and grabbed the salt only to find out that moisture had made it solid? You found out there was no way to get some out.  Well if you shake hard enough and bang it on the table you could get just a few grains out.  What do you do?  Many of us just won’t eat salt that day. Others of us are not setback back this daunting task.  We bang and shake it, we pick out the slots so it can freely move, or we just take the top off if possible.

The Bible states that we are to be the salt of the earth.

Matthew 5:13-16

13 “You are the salt of the earth, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled under people’s feet.

14 “You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. 15 Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. 16 In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that[a] they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.

With that said what happens when we’ve let the troubles of this world clog us from being that salt? Not only does it stop us from being who we won’t to be it but it also stops us from being what God wants us to be.  I believe sometimes, much like that salt, we need to be shaken a little bit to get us back flowing.  The world needs each of you and just a little problem shouldn’t stop you.  God, I believe, sometimes points out how we have become stale and unmoving.  He may just throw us a little setback to keep us humble.  I say get back up, find you some pepper, and go out and season this world.

 

Nobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth. – Rebecca West

 

 An Arab diplomat visiting the U.S. for the first time was being wined and dined by the State Department. The Grand Emir was unused to the salt in American foods (french fries, cheeses, salami, anchovies etc.) and was constantly sending his servant Abdul to fetch him a glass of water. Time and again, Abdul would scamper off and return with a glass of water, but then came the time when he returned empty-handed. “Abdul, you son of an ugly camel, where is my water?” demanded the Grand Emir. “A thousand pardons, O Illustrious One,” stammered the wretched Abdul. “White man sit on well.

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