Baking with a ten-year-old can be challenging. Especially when he tells you he wants to cook all by himself. He did fairly well, but I admit there were a few times I stepped in when he wasn’t looking to add this or that. But what was so memorable about this peanut butter cookie bash was the conversation. We talked about…salt. It kinda went like this.
Child: So salt is in everything! Like every food we eat has salt in it.
Me: Well, not everything, but it’s in most of our foods. Salt brings out the flavor. Makes it taste better.
Then it hit. Salt draws out…the flavor. And what did Jesus liken us to in Matthew 5:13?
You are the salt of the earth. But if salt loses its flavor, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled on by people.
Salt. We are the salt of the earth. Our job in this crazy world is to bring out the God-flavor. This unseasoned earth can get a taste of God through us. The Psalmist said taste and see that the Lord is good. But how do we reach the ones who won’t step foot in a church, who don’t own a Bible? How is the world going to “taste” God? Through you. And through me.
We are the salt.
In this godless society, we are to flavor the earth with God’s presence. And that’s why it’s a tragedy when salt loses its flavor. When our zeal for God becomes insipid, when our passion for showing truth to those around us becomes dull, we are no longer good for the world.
I’ve heard this preached before, but it never clicked until the day in the kitchen. My son, who had no clue all these fabulous Bible truths were spinning around in my head, looked at me and said, “Mom, you want to hear a story about salt?”
Then he relayed this: (I’m going to do my best to keep this true to his wording 🙂 )
A father had three daughters. He asked each one how much they loved him. The first one said she loved him more than diamonds. The father liked that. The second daughter said she loved him more than gold. The father liked that, too. The last daughter said she loved him more than salt. The father didn’t like that. He got mad. The third daughter asked the cooks not to put any salt in the dinner. The father took a bite of his food and got angry because it tasted so bad. Then the third daughter said, “See Father, I love you more than salt.”
This story made me smile. One because my son is the best ten-year-old story-teller around and two because I saw its meaning. The father didn’t realize how much he depended on salt. He was enthralled with the flashy gold and diamond answers but didn’t consider how valuable and necessary salt was to his everyday living. His life became tasteless and bland without it. Friends, this world doesn’t know it, but they need God. This tasteless society craves the reality of God, but is too consumed with empty treasures to notice.
So I encourage you to be the “salt” that brings out the God-flavor everywhere you go today. Season your conversation with grace. Sprinkle love into your actions. Let the world taste and see the Lord is good…through you.