I’m the only one of our Holy Land tour group who can’t float on Israel’s super-salty, extra-buoyant Dead Sea. What an honor! But I couldn’t. Too scared? Maybe. After all, why do they call it the ‘Dead Sea’?
As a kid I love salty snacks. Can’t tell you how many cans of potato chips and pretzels I consume growing up, bursting the seams of my clothes. My parents would drive back to Jersey City to some bar that sells zesty, briny treats by the barrel full. My sister and I dive in. Good to the last crunch!
Jesus talks about salt. As in His followers having spicy and preservative qualities. Matthew 5:13–‘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.’
I read somewhere that salt remains effective for about 15 years. After that forget it. No good except to be trashed or used to foul some good-for-nothing neighbor’s land.
Jesus warns about losing our tastiness, being an ineffective follower. How? Praying less while worrying more? Probably. Checking your net worth more than God’s Word? Most likely. Constantly talking about yourself rather than listening to or caring about others? No doubt. You can think of your own un-salty behaviors. For sure.
That business about the 15 years reminds me of how patient the Lord is. He doesn’t fly off the handle at the first sign of our wavering or weakening. No nailing us to the wall in a sudden fit of rage. Thank God, for I’d have been cast aside and booted out decades ago. But here I am! Still salty!
Jesus’ love is patient, consistent and dependable. When all else fails, He doesn’t. Ever. ‘…Jesus…having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end’ (John 13:1). Right to the finish line… and beyond. That’s the gospel truth!
Pass the salt, please!
Thank you, Jesus, for such great love. Amen.