Marketta Gregory: The light in the darkness
For almost two years I talked to the boys about the Great Salt Plains in Oklahoma -- how we would leave the trees and hills of Tulsa and trade them for the red dirt and flat, fertile plains to the west.
I described to them how you can watch a thunderstorm careen across the sky for miles without buildings and lights spoiling the view and how, when we got to the salt plains, we would see the white stretch out all the way to the horizon.
Still, when the dirt road ended and we passed through the gate, they weren’t sure what to make of all that salt. It was overwhelming.
We brought out our borrowed shovel and began to dig shallow holes. We poured water down the sides and caught glimpses of sparkling crystals. The boys filled one plastic cup with treasures and started on another while I looked at their smudged faces and their shoes caked with mud and salt. Our tires were white. The knees of Jessie’s black jeans were white.
Everything was white because there was an abundance of salt. Not a salt shaker full, acres and acres full.
The Christian scriptures tell us that people of faith are to be light and salt in this world, and in all these years that I’ve been reading that verse, I’ve pictured salt on my dinner table. I’ve thought about salt’s importance in preserving and seasoning, but I’ve visualized it as small and scarce. I forgot that it fills oceans and seas and mines -- even a portion of the plains in my home state.
I forgot that there is plenty of salt for purity, for sharing the flavor of compassion and grace. If we want, the salt that was once used to bind people in an unbreakable covenant of friendship could overflow on our tables and in our lives.
And the light that shines in darkness? The symbol of God’s love and hope? It’s plentiful, too, year after year after year.
That changes things for me. It shifts my thinking and my fears.
Unlimited love. Hope. Purity. Healing. Grace.
And suddenly, like the boys, I’m overwhelmed.
Marketta Gregory is a former religion reporter who now shares her own journey of faith with readers. She lives in Rochester, New York, with her husband, their three young boys and one very vocal Pomeranian. To contact Gregory, email email@example.com or write to her at P.O. Box 12923, Rochester, NY 14612. You can also visit the Simply Faithful page on Facebook and follow her on Twitter at @MarkettaGregory.