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Salt is Good P.2





The other day I was making some chili for supper.  

As I was cooking, I tasted the Hamburg and decided that it needed some salt.  

I grabbed the box of salt and poured a pinch into my hand.  

Suddenly, it hit me like a ton of bricks. 

I had a small papercut I had on my finger.  

Some of that salt had worked its way into the wound.  

While salt makes food taste amazing, salt has another quality as well.  

It has an antiseptic effect.  

The salt that made the food delicious, hurt like crazy in the cut.  

Although it was cleaning out the lesion, it caused much pain.   

Jesus says his children are the salt of the earth.  

We can have a cleansing effect on the earth.  

As Christians, we often have a purifying outcome.  

As we live for God, others in the body of Christ may be convicted 

and like salt in a wound possibly they will be cleansed of their sin.  

Will it hurt?  

Yes, as we speak the truth in love our words may get into a wound 

and it may be painful but it is necessary in order for healing to take place.  

Without salt, sin would infect the whole body.  

If, as Christians, our goal is to become holy and pure, 

then the salt must cleanse us of sin so that we can be holy.

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