You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men.
Church today talked about Christians being salt because God was salt, exhibiting properties such as purity, pungency, penetration, and preservation. God is pure, unsullied; pungent to bring out the true flavor; penetrating hard, icy hearts; and preserving to keep from decay and ruin. Those are God’s qualities, but Christ said that when a person became a Christian, he/she would gain those qualities themselves. Therefore we are to make life tasteful to unbelievers—and as salt makes people thirsty, so Christians’ behavior ought to make others thirst after the living water. Sounds all good… but frankly, I had a hard time getting over the pastor continually saying “God is salt.”
Yesterday on our walk Ian and I found a graveyard, the Rural Cemetery, not half a mile from WPI. The gray clouds hung low overhead as our voices echoed off the eroded limestone markers. As a game, we sought out the oldest stone, which belonged to a gentleman born in 1674 and died in 1741. The whole gravestone was covered with writing, the short story of his living and dying, birth and decaying… His marker, tucked away under a tree’s roots and a small berm, looked as if it had been cut but 20 years before; this stood in stark opposition to those cheaper stones which wore away to unreadability in 100 or 150 years. Yet what difference does it make, in the end, if a stone wears away into dust quickly or slowly? The person beneath has gone on and cannot care; memories remain as they are, uneroded by wind, water, or man. A passing generation may see nothing or your name – and if your name, what then? Choices made in life cannot be un-made in death, and a passer-by cannot know from your stone if you lived in light or dark.
Choose the light, and tell the story on a stone for eternity.
Finally, think on this quote from Amusing Ourselves to Death: “Voting…is the next to last refuge of the politically impotent. The last refuge is, of course, giving your opinion[s] to a pollster, who will…convert them into – what else? – another piece of news.”
– KF –