Twenty years ago this writer had a provocative and prophetic dream!

He was standing on a traffic island. He had poured a sack of salt all over the island. Gusts of wind were picking up the salt and blowing it across several lanes of traffic into a large parking lot. It was not clear if the parking lot was intended for a shopping center, a church, or both. The writer saw himself acting as a traffic cop, raising his hand toward oncoming traffic and shouting, “REPENT, REPENT, REPENT.” Some of the cars stopped, people got out, knelt on the street and repented. Most of the cars, however, went right on by as if the driver did not hear or see the traffic cop. This went on for quite a while until the traffic cop was so exhausted, he was unable to speak the word “REPENT” one more time. (Excerpted from: Who Will March with Me? )

Here is the latest creative prophetic act the author is prompted to offer to those who would like to be more salty for Jesus. After Jesse and Caleb received a handful of salt, we gave each of the boys a small pouch for the salt. Licking the salt from their hands was a part of the communion. Now they can minister salt communion to anyone, young or old, who wants to be more salty, more on fire for Jesus. Caleb is the boy with the curly, blond hair.

Oh, how the Holy Spirit cries “AMEN” whenever young or old say “yes” to salt communion. It is written: “You are the world’s seasoning, to make it tolerable. If you lose your flavor, what will happen to the world? And you yourselves will be thrown out and trampled underfoot as worthless. You are the world’s light – a city on a hill, glowing in the night for all to see. Don’t hide your light! Let it shine for all; let your good deeds glow for all to see, so that they will praise your heavenly Father.” (Matthew 5:13-16) If your candle is flickering and you are that bruised reed and smoking flax that Isaiah speaks about in chapter 42, let my story of “The Dark Night of My Soul” brighten your countenance. You and I are called to be that candle in the window for weary travelers tossed about in the storms of adversity.

The Lord's Scribe & Storyteller

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