“Micro/Macro”
It was a prank. Right?
Someone loosened the cap? You gave it a shake?
The salt poured out all in one place?
Ruined your meal!
Like a rocket from a lifting pad, so the church began…Jerusalem!
But free of gravity…orbit achieved…space… “Go forth!”
Did they not understand God’s true plan?
Salt in a lump heals no land!
But salt in a shaker?
Is it time again?
To be tossed about spending ourself; sharing our money, houses, and homes?
The pursuit of wealth, possessions, and fame! What have we gained?
Loose the gravity! Be free in Christ! And change the world!
Macro salt is a Dead Sea, a Lot’s wife, a church spewed out,
a body left behind.
Micro salt sprinkled about, a land seasoned, well…
that’s just plain good!
Has it not always been so?
Path Without End 
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