Monday, July 13, 2015

The Salty Christian

It's tomato season, so for me, that mean's it's salty season.  Give me a good tomato and a salt shaker and I could eat it like an apple.  A bowl of cherry tomatoes are like candy to me.  My husband still finds this ridiculous seeing as 9/10 when ordering a salad, I request no tomatoes.  
It's all about the salt babe.
In Matthew 5 we see Jesus saying something very similar-it's all about the salt.


"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 underfoot.  (Matthew 5:13)

If you read the verses leading up to this verse you might be a little confused, seeing as after He goes through the Sermon on the Mount and wraps up with explaining persecution that we will undoubtedly face, He goes on to call us something we sprinkle on tomatoes. (or at least some of us).

Here's the thing about salt though…

Salt preserves.
As Christians we're living in a different society than we might feel comfortable with.  This world around us?  They don't look like us, act like us, and we sure don't agree with them.  It's enough to make us want to just go back to bed most days and hide away.  BUT Jesus said no-go into that corrupted world.  Don't you know?  Salt preserves.  When something is rotten, you can always apply salt to make it good again.
Be the salt.

Salt flavors.
Sometimes Christians get a bad rap for being boring and ho-drum.  I wish non-believers knew that wasn't part of the deal.  In fact, just the opposite is true.  Living sold out for Jesus is the biggest blast and we ought to be the funnest people around.  Sometimes, usually when I've done something dumb and am trying not to laugh at myself, my man will come up behind me and wrap me up in his arms and say, baby you're just so fun.  I never knew if he means it or is trying not to laugh at me, but either way that should be us.  Let the world look at us and say, they are just so fun that I want whatever it is they've got.  After all, we should be fun-we've got hope now, we've got a future hope, we've got power, we've been redeemed for pete's sake.  Salt is what makes the blandest things taste good.
Be the salt.

Salt heals.
In the days this scripture was written there were no local pharmacies down the street when you got hurt.  Most often how wounds were treated?  Pour salt in them.  That should be us ya'll.  When we get face to face with suffering it's so tempting to turn the other way, but we are called to the ministry of reconciliation.  To look into the eyes of suffering and pour your life into them.  To be the anesthesia to someone while God performs the spiritual surgery in their life to remove the "junk".  After all, salt doesn't do any good on the shelf.
Be the salt.

Salt creates thirst.
The truth is we're all broken.  I was never worthy of Jesus' touch either.  But along the way I ran into a salty Christian that made me want what they had.  They made me thirsty.  It wasn't because we agreed on every ground or were of the same political party.  It was because the power of Jesus was all over their life and it was so obvious and so blatant that I didn't know what it was, all I knew was that I wanted that too.  Is their anyone thirsty in your life because of Jesus in you?

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Scripture Sunday


Friday, July 10, 2015

Flashback Friday

Welcome to another Flashback Friday friends!  Have fun linking up as many old favorites as you like and make sure to browse around at all the other great link ups!  I can't wait to see what you bring this week.  Happy Weekend!




Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Tasty Tuesday Recipe Link Up

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Monday, July 6, 2015

The Thief that Keeps Stealing

We live in a age of top-knotch security.  We triple check we lock the door before our head hits the pillow.  We spend large chunks of money yearly for security systems to alert us to intruders.  We can't even get into our emails without the proper password that is 12.5 letters, half lowercase, half sideways, and a number or 2 to make it really unique.  

Let's face it-we've put a high priority on keeping ourselves, our loved ones, our belongings-and yes even our spam mailbox-safe and secure.  And rightfully so.

But the truth is, I've been stolen from by a recurring thief more times than I'd care to admit.    Want to hear what's more embarrassing than not wising up to a thief's scheme and allowing him to do it again and again??  Practically handing it over to him.  Again, and again, and again.  



Unfortunately this thief has never stolen anything I could replace, like material possessions.  No he went for the big stuff.  The life stuff.  He has stolen moments, time, opportunities, life.  Sometimes he has used people's sins to steal from me.  But instead of praying through that hurt and forgiving and releasing it, I have clung on to it and allowed the thief to not just rob me once, but keep on robbing me for years.  Recently I imagined if someone broke into my home and stole some of my most precious family heirlooms that were irreplaceable.  But instead of trying to do something about it, I hand over even more things for him to steal as if to say-you forgot this…and this irreplaceable precious item too…That is how I have handled satan's schemes from time to time.  That is what God is convicting me over.  

What if God is looking at that thing we were robbed of-even if it was our fault for leaving it out for the taking-and getting down on our level to just sit and weep with us.  

What if God is watching the thief steal more and more from us and begging us-dear child I had more in store for you don't give that to him too!  Give it to me so I can keep it safe!

What if God is quietly approaching us with an offer on the table of this: keep on doing what you're doing, allow satan to keep robbing from you, or turn from that and run into my arms and embrace the life that is truly LIFE.  Quit being robbed from all that I have in store for you sweet one.  

What if the first robbing from satan and that huge awful experience you went through didn't have to be a life sentence.  What if there really was a plan b, and it was good.  Really, really good.  
You know the kind-the full and abundant kind.


Sunday, July 5, 2015

Scripture Sunday