7/24/2017 2 Comments Fruit of the Spirit: LoveThe First Fruit of the Spirit: LoveBut the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law. And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love. Love.
That four-letter word, that gets all kind of lip service. I chose strawberries as a representative for this Fruit of the Spirit, not only because they are sort of heart-shaped, but because they are one of the most unique fruits out there. Strawberries have their seeds on the outside (which, turns out, they aren’t actually seeds, but hey), and they aren’t true berries: they’re a member of the rose family. There are many more facts about strawberries out there, but those are just a few. In a similar way, love is also unique. It seems to actually encompass and involve some of the other Fruit of the Spirit, such as patience, kindness, and self-control (see 1 Corinthians 13:4-7).
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7/10/2017 0 Comments Music Camp Community (part 2)So, to answer the question from Music Camp Community (part 1), which was:
"How can I have this kind of community away from camp?" I began thinking about this, wondering whether it was even possible. I concluded that no two groups of people could ever be the same, because no two individuals are the same. But I believe one person truly can make a difference, especially in his or her own community. 7/1/2017 3 Comments Thoughts from this weekI know it’s been two weeks.
The first week I procrastinated, the second week… I’ve been learning things. Some I learn quicker than others. But besides God, Experience is always the best teacher. I was angry. I was hurt. I wrestled unimaginably hard with myself. Because I knew what I should do. Even if the thought didn’t fully form in my mind. And my flesh raged back at the injustice it felt, lashing back at the pain. It wouldn’t hurt until you touched it. Like a bruise. But then it was uncovered, poked and prodded, and I screamed inside. I held on. So tightly that I couldn’t handle the pressure I was putting on myself. I thought I had two options, and I knew both of them were wrong. I really had four. |
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