February 8, 2026
I sat down to write this “Day 70” post, and honestly, I stared at the blinking cursor for too long. Sundays are full days. After preaching, shaking hands and giving high-fives, and the adrenaline rush of Sunday morning, my mind can sometimes go numb or feel like the frozen fields outside—quiet and still.
But then I remembered how I started my evening, and the contrast was too funny not to share.
This morning, we dove deep into Matthew 5:13–16, talking about “The Flavor of our Faith”. We looked at Jesus’ words: “You are the salt of the earth. But what good is salt if it has lost its flavor?”. We discussed how if our faith becomes bland or diluted, Jesus downright said it’s good for nothing. In fact, the Gospel writer Luke records Jesus saying that flavorless faith is fit for neither the soil nor the manure pile—it’s just thrown out.
It was high-level spiritual thinking about ensuring our lives are seasoned with Christ’s essence, savory enough to invite spiritually hungry people to taste God’s goodness.
Then came the evening.
My reality shifted from theological metaphors about salt to the very literal task of cleaning up after the boxers in the backyard. I found myself with a shovel, literally chipping away at frozen chunks of dog poo stuck in the icy snowpack.
Talk about a humbling transition. From proclaiming God’s word to chipping at semi-frozen piles of poo.
But as I was doing that mindless, yet necessary chore, it hit me: this is the Christian life, too. It’s not always savory roasts and spiritual highs. Sometimes, it’s just doing the dirty, cold work that needs to be done because you love the creatures you care for.
If I only felt gratitude during the sermon, my faith wouldn’t have much real-world flavor. So today, on Day 70, I’m thankful for the whole spectrum of this Sunday.
Today, I’m grateful for the privilege of opening God’s Word and the opportunity to challenge us all to have a faith that isn’t tasteless. I’m thankful for the grounding reality of mundane chores that keep me humble. AND I’m grateful for the fact that the manure pile has lessened, at least for tonight. So… was this one “salty” enough? You decide. Until we meet again tomorrow, remember, you too are the salt of the earth, so season int well.
“Salt is good, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is of no use either for the soil or for the manure pile. It is thrown away.”