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Church as Salt: On display or spread out and used up.




"A subcultured church is like a saltshaker on display."  
Jerry Cook; Love, Acceptance and Forgiveness.

For salt to be effective, it must be poured out and mixed in.  

Not set aside and on display.  

We are not to be kept in a pretty little container that we shine and polish every day.  
The salt we have is not for our benefit.  Salt is not to be kept in order, in control and for us.  

Kept so disconnected from the rest of the world.

A subculture is a separate system within a system. 

My Heart's Cry is for us, as His body, to be the salt.  To be cleansing, healing, enhancing and effective.  

Questions from the book to ask:

1.  "Agape love is a volitional commitment we make to another that motivates us to act on his or behalf."  

  • How do your emotions fit in with this type of love?  
  • How does commitment pertain to this kind of love?  
  • In your experience, how does this idea compare with usual concepts of love, both inside and outside the church?

2. "I suggest that the church "should not be as concerned about being 'relevant' as being prophetic."  We in the church need to be a prophetic presence in the world and be speaking what God is speaking to the world."
 
  • What are three major issues you see facing our culture right now that need the church's prophetic insights?  

  • If Jesus were living in our country right now, how would He deal with each of these issues?




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