Salty Neighbors

I needed salt, and I didn’t have time to run to the store.

I don’t keep much salt in my house, but I suddenly needed much more than I had. I was attempting to make my grandpa’s ice cream recipe for a small family gathering to test for a larger family gathering. I had already started the process when I realized I didn’t have enough salt. If I stopped the process, and the ice cream attempt failed, I wouldn’t know if it was the delay or my ability.

Think, think, think.

I texted a neighbor, “Are you home, and do you have salt, and can you deliver?”

Three minutes later, I had plenty of salt.

When Jesus said, “You are the salt of the earth,” I don’t think delivering salt to a neighbor making ice cream was exactly what he had in mind, but the two aren’t completely unrelated. My neighbor gave me what she had. She responded promptly. She made the effort to come to where I was. Getting salt to make ice cream wasn’t essential. Having people in my life I can lean on for the important and the not-so-important stuff is.