Maybe I’m being a liiitttttle overdramatic.
Looking back, over these past five years I’ve accomplished some pretty great things. And I have manifested opportunities to share my truth, to give a reason for the light in my soul.
At least, that’s what Mr. Hyde tells me sometimes.
As I meditate more and more on the Word, the truth that I keep coming back to, is that unless I speak the gospel to its fullest extent. The whole gospel. The unadulterated director’s cut version, it’s pointless.
And if I dig deep into my conscious, the corners that make me the most uncomfortable, I know why I’ve struggled so much with expression and balance. It’s because I’m afraid. I’m afraid of offending and alienating people. I’m afraid of losing fans. I’m afraid of seeing for the millionth time someone’s face turn sour when I bring up anything that even rhymes with Jesus. And lastly, and perhaps most important of all, it’s because of my lack of faith.
Ironically enough, the same gospel that I run away from to chase the words of man, has penetrated the heart of this issue with just one line. Or I guess technically two.
You are the salt of the earth, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled under people’s feet. – Matthew 5:13-14
For if salt has lost its saltiness, what use does it have? I’m not gonna put watered down salt on my fries, I want that good stuff. That gourmet sea salt. And if some people don’t like the fries with my sea salt, so be it. They probably don’t like fries anyways.