Salt and Light Log

“You are the salt of the earth. But if salt loses its saltiness, how will it become salty again? It’s good for nothing except to be thrown away and trampled under people’s feet. You are the light of the world. A city on top of a hill can’t be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a basket. Instead, they put it on top of a lampstand, and it shines on all who are in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before people, so they can see the good things you do and praise your Father who is in heaven." - Matthew 5:13-16

"In this log, I am trying to pay attention to how God is working through ordinary people around us. I am looking for signs that salt is being poured out and lights shining brightly. But, not only did I want to find God working through others, I wanted to make sure that I was being salt and light to those around me. As you see instances of this around you or you do something that impacts others, e-mail me ( and we'll post them anonymously on the log." 

- Rev Marty Vershel


- "On Thursday Jan 19, I went to cut my hair and then to breakfast . I saw a  man and women who got there after me who seemed to be friends. I looked over when they got their food and they prayed before eating. I decided then I would pay for their meal.  When I got ready to pay for my meal, I told the waiter I was paying for theirs too. As I left I stopped by their table and let them know I was glad to see they pray before eating and thanking God that I paid for their meal including their tip. Salt and Light!"

- "I have a “policy” that every time I go through the drive-through at Chick-fil-a, I pay for the person behind me. I drove through for lunch and followed my regular policy. I just tell the cashier at the window to tell the person in the next car to “pay it forward”. I always hope this makes someone’s day. I surely makes mine a good one. I hope I am a “light” for someone else that day."

- "Today I had the opportunity to help a friend and witness her bright light shine. She is currently taking care of an elderly lady who is being proved home hospice. The lady is in need of constant care and my friend was not able to get to the grocery store. She sent me a text message with a list of their needs. I was able to be her shopper, find the items and deliver then to the home.  I was blessed with simply being able to help my friend who is the bright light, as she gives of herself to someone in their time of need."

- "Thank you for inspiring me to have coffee with Jesus this morning!"

- "Doctor gives up evening at home with family to visit brand new patient --- provides comfort, thorough work-up, confidence, and follow-up."

- "God drops clues to encourage employee that it's the right time to change jobs - tremendous support from friends."

- "Local Sienna teen dies of brain cancer; community supports with tree ribbons;  students at school release hundreds of balloons over the weekend in her memory."

- "Friend sending flowers as a surprise "just because I'm remembering you."

- "Cooking dinners for friend who was just out of surgery."

- "After church yesterday our nine year old grand-daughter said she would like to go to the chapel. She likes the balcony. We went up the stairs and entered the balcony. Perhaps because of the sermon, or just because, I sang the Lord's prayer. I like singing. It is praying with your whole being. It was with this thought that I turned to my grand-daughter and said that I wished her to remember the day I sang the Lord's prayer that this is what I would be doing after I died. I did not mean this in a melodramatic way. Nor in the sense that I felt that I would die soon. Or any of this. Simply that when that day did come I wanted her to be able to focus on something which I truly took pleasure in. The joy of singing to our Lord. She then starts singing 'When we all get to Heaven'. The entire song. My wife and I sat there silent. Our grand-daughter had opened the hymnal at random to that hymn and composed a tune to go with the lyric on the spot. I guess we will remember that day. And maybe this truly is the Chapel of the Resurrection."

- "Coffee with a friend - everyone is so busy so if you are making time for a coffee and a chat, it means a lot - I've personally experienced this several times in the last few weeks."

- "I have two preschoolers, one of which  is mildly handicapped with sensory processing issues.  There is a long list sensations she does/reacts to such as she hates to hold hands, won't eat food with novel textures, and she walks on her tippie-toes especially when barefoot. Getting rained on is one of the things that upsets her.

On March 5, it was a rainy Sunday morning. To make matters worse, my husband was out of town.  In my gut I knew I should stay home with my two girls, but I'm stubborn and refuse to believe I cannot do this parenting thing by myself - even in the rain with a special needs  and handicapped preschooler!

As luck would have it, or more likely God's will, it was pouring down rain when we arrived. I circled the parking lot looking for a close spot, cursing myself for not applying for a handicapped parking permit. I almost left, but did I mention I'm stubborn?

I found a spot in the parking lot by the chapel. As I was pulling out the stroller I heard a voice behind me. A sweet man, named David, was standing there with an umbrella asking if he could help. At first I turned him away, but then I bit my pride and asked him to hold the umbrella while I got my special needs child out of the car. As quietly and quickly as he appeared he disappeared after I had my kids out of the car.

My daughter kept asking where did the man go? I simply explained it was an angel."