February 8, 2026. Saint Barnabas Lutheran Church, Howard Beach, Queens, N.Y.
If your doctor told you to go on a salt-free diet, would you shrug compliantly and say, “Okay”?
Or would you prefer to let salt to cascade down on your burger because salt makes everything taste better?
And when you’re falling asleep at night, do you leave the light on because it makes you feel safer, especially if you need to stumble to the bathroom? Or do you sleep better if you cocoon yourself in darkness, pull the blankets over your head, and try not to think about the problems of the day?
When Jesus called his followers the salt of the earth and the light of the world, he knew they would understand the power of both images. We can’t live without salt and light and to be both salt and light elevates each of us to superpowers of faith.
“You are the salt of the earth,” Jesus said, “but if salt has lost its taste, how can its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything but it thrown out and tramples under foot. (Mt 5:13)
I grew up in the heart of salt country. In Central New York, salt was not merely a flavor enhancer but big business.
Syracuse is known as the “Salt City” because of the copious amount of salt it produced and sold.
When I was growing up I assumed there were salt mines close by, but this was not the case. Syracuse’s prosperous salt industry was due to its salt springs on the southern end of Onondaga Lake. As the water evaporated, salt was raked up and then packaged for shipping. Syracuse was a top salt producer in the country for much of the 19th century. When salt producers refused to sell salt to the Confederacy, some speculate this contributed to the South’s defeat because soldiers had no means of preserving meat.
Salt was used as a political stratagem in India by the British empire in the last years of the Raj. The Indian people were forced to get all their salt from Britain and Mahatma Gandhi saw that as imperialistic bullying.
In 1930, Gandhi led a 24-day, 240 mile non-violent salt march to the sea. Walking from Sabarmati Ashram to the coastal village of Dandi on the Arabian Sea, Gandhi and his followers defied British law by making their own salt.
On April 6, 1930, after arriving at the coast, Gandhi picked up a lump of natural salt from the mud, symbolically defying the British monopoly. This act of defiance sparked widespread civil disobedience, including the burning of foreign cloth, tax resistance, and the arrest of over 60,000 people. The march drew international attention, uniting Indians across different classes and backgrounds in a non-violent struggle for independence.
Jesus also called us “the light of the world.” Again, we dwellers of the twenty-first century don’t always see how potent that analogy is. As Moonface Martin says in Anything Goes, “It’s always darkest before they turn on the lights.” In most parts of the Northern Hemisphere, we take it for granted that we can have light by the simple throwing of a switch.
In Jesus’ day it was not so easy. Amy G. Oden, a professor and spiritual director writes, “Salt and light were both precious commodities in Jesus’ time. Both sustain life. Neither can be produced easily on one’s own. They are gifts of creation that require careful ingenuity to access and conserve. And they make all the difference!”
We are the light of the world and it is because of this we have a responsibility to glow mightily. Our adult children who are parents are teaching their children the same song we taught them
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
Children (and adults) who sing this song are also reminded that we’re not supposed to shine for the mere joy of shining.
Everywhere I go, I’m gonna let it shine .
In my brother’s heart, I’m gonna let it shine,
In my sister’s soul, I’m gonna let it shine,
All around the world, I’m gonna let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.
This is what Jesus meant when he urged us to “let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your father in heaven.” (Mt 5:16)
But Jesus, being fully God yet fully human, knew it was a very human trait to hide part of the light that is in us as if we had lit a lamp and put it under a bushel basket.
What does that mean to us? Have you ever used bushels to hide the light God has given you?
Do you have the gift of song, did you learn to play a musical instrument years ago, but never mention that?
Do you have a special talent for knitting, for embroidery, for quilting, but never mention it?
Do you have the gift of gab, the flair for engaging people in conversation, for making them feel welcome, but remain silent?
Do you have a head for numbers but prefer to let others do the budgeting?
Each of us, with a little introspection, may discover bushels we use to hide the bushels that hide our light.
We can also celebrate the lights that shine in this very congregation: a master woodworker who contributes his artistry to the church; talented singers and musicians who bring joy to worship; acolytes who support the liturgy; teachers who help children, tweens, and adults to better understand the bible; parents who bring their children to Sunday school and vacation bible school, and who nurture the lights of their children at home; electricians who jump in whenever trouble shooting is required; organizers who assure the success of dinners, Bingo nights, trips to parks, and other congregation-building events. And so many more.
“Jesus gives the central insight that lights don’t magically end up underneath bushels,” writes oden.
“The only way for our light to be covered is if we put a bushel over it. We can hear the incredulous tone in Jesus’ voice, ‘No one after lighting a lamp puts it under a bushel’ (verse 15). Ridiculous! Jesus is clear: we are not victims inevitably doomed to being distracted and drained by the bushels of inferiority or self-absorption or fantasy. Bushels can only block out the light.”
The poet David Andrews expressed his own spiritual journey in his poem
Salt and light
Yesterday, you were my God
I saw you, in the eyes of a stranger
I heard you, in their indignation
And I felt you, in their sorrow
And I did nothing
Today, you are my God
I saw you, growing my garden
I heard you rustling through the trees
And I felt your warmth, on my face
And I smiled
Tomorrow, you’ll still be my God
I will see you, if I dare to look
I will hear you, if I am still
And I will feel you, working within my heart
For you are the same God
Yesterday, today, and forever
Help me to be salt,
to those who need to taste
And light,
to those who are lost in their own darkness
And compel me to act,
today.
Amen.






