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Fruit on Fruit Possibly the first talk I ever had to do was when I was perhaps twenty one, and it was to the youth group at the Young Life Campaign. The YL had quite a major part in my upbringing as a Christian, it taught me a great deal, although on occasion it's approach to life drove me mad. The subject of this first talk was the Fruit of the Spirit. To make the point, I had made a gigantic orange out of cardboard, into which were cut nine segments. The point was not that the fruit of the spirit was an orange, but the fruit of the spirit came as a package. Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. All of these things are available to the Christian that nurtures the Spirit within them. Fruit doesn't appear over night, you don't become instantly patient, or suddenly faithful, they require diligence on the part of the believer, a self control, perhaps even a restriction on oneself, in order that the old nature can be left behind and the new one allowed to flourish. The Gifts are important, and if God gives us gifts,then we should practice them for His glory and to the benefit of others. The Fruit are crucial, for in them is the ability to use what we have in His spirit. |
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5/1/2008 5:51 pm |
Amen to that! I just realized, I said a church prayer a week ago, mentioning the fruits of the spirit, but because I wrote the prayer in a bit of a rush, i didn't research the exact fruits of the spirit. i only mentioned 6 in my prayer, and came home wondering what they were. oops, i may have mentioned one that isnt even one, or is it, "righteousness" i mentioned "righteousness, peace, joy, faith, hope and love" (further in that same passage from galations where the fruits of the spirit is mentioned, they do mention righteousness, and in 1corinthians 13 they mention 3 things remain i.e faith hope and love, and the greatest of this is love. could we say then that hope is also a fruit of the spirit even though its not mentioned in galations?? Just curious... 
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Amen...How did all the class work come out?..You did notice I closed out my blog so I wouldn't keep you from your studing...right.  How have you been?..GBU!!! AngelGod is God, Good And Great. I have no problem with you, believing what you believe...Just don't have one with me if I don't see it your way.... Speaking Volumes Blessings in The Now TWENTYONE THINGS
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6/2/2008 7:40 pm |
Mike, Heads up! As I have been taking down my posts, i've been saving some. Pretentious poetry Smackdown I had hidden, but just opened it back up. If you wish to cut and paste your 'poem' to save it, now would be a good time. Sure, they're nonsense, but fine nonsense at that! Paul
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6/5/2008 7:01 am |
In the event you have not saved this... I could give my heart to you, But then what would you do with two? And could I ever really court ya, Without a functioning aorta? Would you be seeing me at my best, With blood seeping through my chest? Though my heart is not a rare one, I just don’t seem to have a spare one. Yes, it's truly very sweet, When someone makes it miss a beat, It might not feel quite as swell, To miss the arteries as well. So if romance will start a flowin’ Twill be unlike the haemoglobin, And though the concept makes me nauseous, I’ll have to drop dead to be gorgeous. So if you’re going to own my heart, Why limit things to that part? If my life, you will invest in, You can have my small intestine. c. Crimes against Poetry International
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6/5/2008 7:03 am |
Ditto... Unanimity I stand in silence before the heavy weight of destiny, Tears running down the well worn channels of my face As I contemplate the mortality, futility, insipidity, The essence which is Tomorrow. Oh gladly, gladly would I take up the yoke And setting my steel jaw to the sunrise Would I plough all day in the fields of erudite simplicity. And then I see her Is she real? Or does she represent the hopes and dreams of all that rages in the tempest of my soul Dark is her long hair Dark as a raven Dark as a raven in the dark dark as a raven in the dark that had just touched itself up with some extra darkener she was dark, Her paradigm shifted. I saw the agony that transfixed her evisceral, ephemeral, equinoxial visage And calling to her I cried, what causes such anguish what marrs and scars your thixotropic elegance I have haemeroids - she said, they remind me of you
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