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NATURE'S REFLEX ARC

Reflexively, we do a lot of things, some of which we aren’t proud of. Suddenly, regardless of our spirits, our bodies begin to act.
Our hands raise themselves to slap our spouses.
Our mouths speak hurtful words.
Our feet run swiftly to do evil.
Our eyes stare lustfully at another’s.
All, within the space of milliseconds-
For that’s all what’s needed for reflex actions
So we need reconfiguration, right?
For if we lose our saltiness, how will the world taste godliness?
As those events in our recent (or not so recent) past
Threaten to diffuse  every trace of salt in our lives,
We get hurt, we hurt others.
That cycle of hurt continues so rapidly, it results in the shutting of hearts, and I don’t mean the transient shutting of AV valves that happen in diastolic portions of the cardiac cycle.
It’s more like mitral stenosis that becomes more and more severe;
Resulting in lesser and lesser filling
But once again, I reiterate
That if we, Christians lose our saltiness, how, just how, will our world taste godliness?
We are the salt of the earth- remember?
The light of the world?
We come to God and ask for help,
Which he so graciously gives to us
We have become new;
Then we teach;
Teach others to become new.

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