The Salt Mine Beneath Detroit
Six hundred feet below the streets of Detroit lies a salt mine stretching across 1,500 acres. Since 1910, workers have descended into those depths to extract the mineral that keeps Michigan's roads safe every winter. Most Detroit residents drive over it daily without knowing it exists. But every January, when black ice threatens to send cars spinning into guardrails, that hidden salt rises to the surface and does exactly what salt was made to do.
Here is the remarkable thing about salt: it never works from a distance. It has to make contact. It has to leave the mine, leave the shaker, leave the bag. Salt that stays sealed and stored is technically still salt, but it has abandoned its purpose. Jesus knew this when He looked at His followers on that hillside and said, "You are the salt of the earth." Not "you should try to become salt." Not "salt is a nice aspiration." You are salt. The identity is already given. The only question is whether you will make contact with the world around you.
A teacher who quietly mentors a struggling student. A neighbor who shows up with a meal without being asked. A church that opens its doors on a Wednesday night to feed anyone who is hungry. This is salt leaving the mine. This is righteousness not as a list of rules kept, but as a life poured out — the kind that exceeds the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees because it moves beyond mere compliance into genuine, costly love.
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