You are the salt of the earth, but if salt becomes tasteless what can make it salty again?
It is good for nothing, and can only be thrown out to be trampled under foot by men.
Does this mean that if we lose faith, we can never once more it attain?
Surely not: unlike salt we can again and again regain our vigour but when.

When we make the effort and try.
That is what is meant by us being the light of the world.
It is not the result, it is the journey, the key is the attempt to break the world’s tie.
Then our light is clear for all to see, our tattered banner unfurled.

We will never be the city built on a hilltop.
We will be some small hamlet on the valley floor.
But like a skier circling up a mountain bearing a torch above a distant treetop.
People will see us attempting the ascent, opening ajar a spiritual door

Our light may only be a weak flicker for those in our house.
It is enough to have tried even if our faltering faith produces such a mouse.