January: Created to Add Value
Day 13 — 13 January
What Happens When Salt Meets a Wound?
“Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place. For we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish: To the one we are the savour of death unto death; and to the other the savour of life unto life. And who is sufficient for these things?” — 2 Corinthians 2:14–16 (KJV)
There is something that most conversations about adding value conveniently leave out, and it is the uncomfortable reality that the very thing that makes you valuable to one person can make you deeply unwelcome to another. We have spent twelve days exploring the beauty of being salt and light, the privilege of carrying God’s image into the rooms you inhabit, and the profound significance of seeing people, speaking life, doing faithful work, and welcoming the stranger, and all of it is true, and all of it matters, and none of it should be taken back or softened. But if I leave you with the impression that adding value always feels pleasant to the people on the receiving end, I will have done you a disservice that could shake your confidence the first time you discover that your presence in someone’s life is not producing gratitude but resistance, not warmth but friction, not welcome but the kind of quiet hostility that leaves you wondering whether you are doing something wrong.
You are probably not doing anything wrong. You may simply be discovering what happens when salt meets a wound.
Anyone who has ever accidentally touched an open cut with salt-covered fingers knows the sensation, that sharp, immediate sting that makes you pull your hand away before your brain has finished processing what happened. The salt is not harmful, and the salt is not malicious, and if the same salt were rubbed into a piece of meat that had no open wound, it would do nothing but enhance the flavour and preserve the flesh. But when salt encounters broken skin, the same substance that preserves and enriches produces pain, not because the salt has changed its nature but because the surface it has touched is damaged, and the contact between something good and something wounded creates a reaction that feels, to the person experiencing it, like an attack.
Paul understood this dynamic at a level that most of us would rather not think about, because he had lived inside it for years, and the language he used to describe it in 2 Corinthians 2:14–16 is some of the most startling and most theologically rich language in all his letters. He began with an image drawn from the Roman triumphal procession, the public victory parade that a conquering general would lead through the streets of Rome after a decisive military campaign, and the Greek word he used for “causeth us to triumph” is thriambeuonti (θριαμβεύοντι, meaning “leads us in triumphal procession”), which places Paul and his companions not in the position of the conquering general but in the position of those being led through the streets as part of the spectacle, a detail that most English translations obscure but that matters enormously for understanding what Paul was saying about the nature of a life that carries the fragrance of Christ into the world.
In a Roman triumph, incense was burned along the route of the procession, and the same fragrance that filled the air was experienced in two radically different ways by two different groups of people watching the same parade. For the victorious soldiers and the cheering citizens of Rome, the scent of the incense was the aroma of victory, celebration, and life. But for the captured enemy soldiers being paraded in chains, the same fragrance was the smell of their own impending execution, because the procession typically ended with the prisoners being led to their deaths. One scent, two entirely opposite experiences, determined not by any change in the fragrance itself but by the position and condition of the person encountering it.
Paul took this image and applied it directly to his own ministry, and the word he used for the fragrance is osmē (ὀσμή, meaning “smell,” “aroma,” or “fragrance”), which he paired with the word euōdia (εὐωδία, meaning “sweet fragrance” or “pleasing aroma”) to describe what he and his fellow believers were to God: a euōdia Christou (εὐωδία Χριστοῦ, meaning “a sweet fragrance of Christ”), a pleasing aroma that God Himself receives with delight regardless of how the surrounding world responds to it. But then Paul added the detail that makes this passage so uncomfortably honest: to some people, he wrote, this same aroma is osmē thanatou eis thanaton (ὀσμὴ θανάτου εἰς θάνατον, meaning “a fragrance of death leading to death”), while to others it is osmē zōēs eis zōēn (ὀσμὴ ζωῆς εἰς ζωήν, meaning “a fragrance of life leading to life”).
The Aroma Does Not Change
This is where I need you to slow down and let the weight of what Paul was describing settle into your understanding of what it means to add value, because it recalibrates something that most of us have unconsciously assumed without ever examining it. We have assumed that if we are living rightly, if we are carrying salt and light faithfully, if we are being who God made us to be with integrity and love, then the response from the people around us should be uniformly positive, and when it is not, we tend to interpret the negative response as evidence that we have failed, that we have been too harsh or too insensitive or too clumsy in the way we carried ourselves, and we adjust accordingly, softening our presence, diluting our distinctiveness, and muting the very qualities that made us salt and light in the first place.
But Paul’s metaphor tells us something profoundly different, because the fragrance in his image does not change between the two groups. There is one aroma, not two, and the difference in experience is located entirely in the condition and positioning of the people who encounter it, not in any variation in the fragrance itself. The person who is oriented toward life experiences the same aroma as life-giving, while the person who is oriented away from life experiences the same aroma as death-dealing, and the aroma bears no responsibility for the difference, because it has done nothing but be what it is.
This connects directly to the theological framework that has been running underneath this entire devotional from Day 1, because the pattern Paul described here is the same pattern that governs every encounter between an unchanging God and changing human beings. God does not alter His nature between one person and the next, dispensing warmth to the receptive and harshness to the resistant. He remains constant, and human beings experience His constant nature differently depending on how they have positioned themselves, which is why the same God can be described as “merciful” by one person and “wrathful” by another without any contradiction, because the difference is not in God but in the orientation of the person doing the describing.
And in exactly the same way, you, as someone who carries the fragrance of Christ, do not need to become a different person for every audience. You do not need to dilute your saltiness for people who find it uncomfortable, or dim your light for people who find it exposing, because the discomfort and the exposure are not evidence that you are doing something wrong. They may be evidence that your presence, simply by being what it is, is making contact with something wounded, something resistant, something that has positioned itself in a direction where the fragrance of life registers as the fragrance of death.
Who Is Sufficient for This?
Paul ended this passage with a question that I believe he intended to sit in his readers’ chests like a stone: “And who is sufficient for these things?” The Greek word for “sufficient” is hikanos (ἱκανός, meaning “adequate,” “competent,” or “equal to the task”), and the honest answer to Paul’s question is: nobody, at least not in their own strength. Nobody is naturally equipped to carry a fragrance that they know will produce opposite reactions in different people, to walk into a room understanding that the same love, the same integrity, the same truthfulness that draws one person closer will push another person away, and to do this without either retreating into self-protective silence or hardening into aggressive indifference.
This is the part of adding value that nobody warns you about when you first decide to live as salt and light, and it is the part that causes more people to abandon their calling than almost anything else, because the pain of being misunderstood, rejected, or resented for simply being who you are is a particular kind of pain that strikes at the very centre of your identity. When someone responds to your presence with hostility, every instinct in your body tells you to change, to soften, to become less distinctly yourself so that the friction will stop, and the temptation to do this is almost unbearable because the desire to be accepted is one of the deepest and most legitimate desires in the human heart.
But Paul did not soften. He carried the aroma faithfully into synagogues where he was beaten, into cities where he was stoned, into courtrooms where he was mocked, and into friendships where he was betrayed, and he did it not because he was indifferent to the pain but because he understood something that kept him rooted when everything around him was trying to pull him up: the aroma is not his to modify. It belongs to Christ, and Paul’s job was not to manage people’s reactions to it but to carry it faithfully into every place he went, trusting that the God who made him a vessel for this fragrance was the same God who would sustain him through the consequences of carrying it.
Think about what this means for your own life, because there are seasons ahead of you this year when the value you add to the world will not be received as value. There will be moments when your integrity makes someone who has compromised theirs feel exposed, not because you pointed a finger at them but because your consistency held up a mirror they did not want to look into. There will be conversations where your honesty creates discomfort rather than relief, and relationships where your faithfulness highlights someone else’s inconsistency in ways they would rather not confront. And in those moments, the temptation will be to blame yourself, to assume you have been too much or too strong or too present, and to dial back the very qualities that God wove into your design.
When those moments come, and they will come, I want you to remember Paul’s incense. The aroma does not change. The fragrance is what it is, and its purpose is not to produce a uniform response but to be carried faithfully into every place, trusting that the God who made you sufficient for this task through His own sufficiency rather than yours knows exactly what He is doing with the fragrance He placed inside you.
The thought to carry into this thirteenth morning of the new year is one that may not sit comfortably at first, but it will steady you in seasons when comfort is not what you need: adding value does not always feel like adding value to the person receiving it, and the measure of your faithfulness is not whether everyone responds well to your presence but whether you continue to carry the aroma honestly, lovingly, and without dilution into every room God places you in.
Declaration
The truth I carry today is that the fragrance of my life is not mine to dilute, and the discomfort it sometimes produces in others is not evidence that something is wrong with me but evidence that something genuine is making contact with something that has not yet learned to receive it. I am a euōdia Christou, a sweet aroma to the God who made me, and that assessment does not change depending on whether the person in front of me experiences my presence as life or as exposure. I carry the same salt into every room, the same light into every conversation, and the same integrity into every relationship, and I trust that the God who placed this fragrance inside me is the same God who sustains me when carrying it faithfully produces friction rather than applause. I am not responsible for how people respond to what I carry; I am responsible for carrying it with honesty, with love, and without apology, and that is exactly what I do today.
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