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Salt and Light

"Salt and light do not make noise," our pastor quoted another comrade from the United Kingdom.  He had returned from a conference overseas and was sharing with us the encouragement he had received, especially from this one speaker who had made the statement, "and though he was 75 years old, he looked about 50 and acted as though he were 25!"  But that statement stuck with me throughout the day, and I have passed it on to others.  It was a reminder once again,  to just be. . .

Salt and light do not make noise.  I don't need to be in the face of people, to verbally attack their values or their positions, or try to always push through my agenda.  I do live in a diverse world, made up of unique individuals and groups; I do not need to shun those different from me.  Maybe that is why Christianity has become offensive, because it has too much "noise pollution."  I think even the apostle Paul would agree as he wrote so long ago that "even if I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal." (1 Corinthians 13:1). 

Salt and light do not make noise.  My two favorite men are portrayed so well before me.  Each one unique and different, yet their lives spoke volumes, more than their mere words would ever say. Now that both are gone, it's who they were and what they had been that lives in us.  I want to be of that kind, the bright salty kind that leaves a pleasant taste for those that follow after . . .

Salt and light do not make noise . . .

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