Similar spice. Different table. When I’m on the cusp of a character makeover, I discover an internal salt granule threatening to embed itself into a previous flesh wound. Just when I think I’ve overcome an offense, that saline washes into another part of my life.
Salt serves as a cleaner and healer. I need its properties to rid me of harmful deposits that clog my soul. In Jeremiah 7, I find a purifying agent. Jeremiah says that if we really want to change our approach, we cannot trust deceptive words.
“This is the temple of the Lord” is repeated three times until Jeremiah interrupts the monologue with a call to action. “You are trusting in deceptive words that are worthless (Jer. 4:8).”
My salty words become tasteless when I make promises and break them. A slow fade or a gradual slacking can resemble an artificial declaration. I sometimes resemble the little boy’s character in the story about crying wolf. The little boy cries wolf, wolf, wolf. Sure enough, the wolf shows up at his K-9 dinner time, accepts the boy’s banquet invitation and eats the salty lad (tastes like chicken?).
The wolf filled up on the boy’s spoken words. Metaphorically, the boy ate crow. His words had gotten him eaten alive. I don’t want to be swallowed by deception. I want to dive into a deep body of salt water that preserves me from the shallowness of surface chatter.
Held afloat by my eternal Life Preserver. Anchored from sea to ever shining Sea,
“Do not trust in deceptive words and say, “This is the temple of the Lord, the temple of the Lord, the temple of the Lord. If you really change your ways and your actions and deal with each other justly…But look, you are trusting in deceptive worlds that are worthless (Jer. 7:4-5, 8).