Susan LaffertyEveryday conversations. On the road. In the store. Are my words seasoned with salt?
Flavored with the gospel? Purified with truth?
Salt caught my attention when we were living in a dry and thirsty land. On the way to the beach, we passed white fields of sea salt.
Harvested from the Arabian Sea.
In season and out, His servants speak. Of living hope.
And hope breathes. The bright air of the Kingdom making its way in. Countering air heavy with lies of the enemy.
The spoken gospel speaks. Moves. Reveals the power of God to make alive what is dead.
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Because of his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead…” (1 Peter 1:3).
