Last evening, I asked this question. I rarely get answers for my questions. I’m ok with it because I don’t answer other blogger’s questions either. (Well, except that one girl, but she seemed like she really wanted an answer.)
“How would you choose to demonstrate authentic love towards an unrepentant child molester?”
Depending on your perception of what love is, you might believe me to be rather heartless. I have never personally known a child molester, but I did try to walk with a man named Sid who had a strong affinity for young boys. He’s had previous run ins with the law after exposing himself.
I don’t see him much anymore, but if I were ever to find that he was actually molesting children on an ongoing basis, I’d probably have him locked up. No. I don’t hate him. I really don’t. When I consider the various conversations I have had with this young man, he is burdened beneath an unimaginable burden of guilt, sin and shame. If I really love him, how could I possibly allow him to be burdened any further?
During that time, once in a while I would have a conversation with people who looked down on parents who try to protect their children. On one occasion, I asked such a man whether or not he would allow a pedophile into his home to play with his kids. I didn’t get a response. As I walked in Christian circles, I often felt guilty for not inviting Sid over for Christmas dinner, or making the effort to get him a ride to church. I'm sure he would have been willing to help with Sunday School.
I didn’t show my love to Sid by bringing him to church or inviting him into my home to play with my kids. I demonstrated my love for Sid by going ‘outside of the camp’ to where he was. I spent time with him on my own. Time after time I told him that he simply cannot indulge in his particular sexual desires. Does that not sound hateful? I did my personal best to tell him about Jesus. In prayer, I even began to pray the ‘sinners prayer’, until we got to the part where we thanked Jesus for dying for our sins. It was at this point when he told me, “I don’t really believe that He paid for my sins.” So we stopped there.
I still make myself available to Sid. When he calls, I answer. Our schedules haven’t lined up for some time, but I’m ready if they ever do. I’m still prepared to dial 911 if I find out he’s hurt some poor child. I give him money when he’s broke. Lord willing, I hope I can remember his birthday this year.
I’m no scholar, but in my mind, smiling at a life of sin is just another form of hatred.
That is how I choose to demonstrate love to Sid.
In Christian circles, we talk about throwing open the doors of church. Are there no limits to that philosophy?
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Monday, April 25, 2011
Are You Ready to Love?
Question. This is in regards to the topic of my second manuscript. I was thinking of placing discussion questions at the end of each chapter. How about this one?
"How would you choose to demonstrate authentic love towards an unrepentant child molester?"
You're right. If I pose questions like that, this one won't even do as well as my last effort. Have a good night. Remember, axe murderers need love too!
"How would you choose to demonstrate authentic love towards an unrepentant child molester?"
You're right. If I pose questions like that, this one won't even do as well as my last effort. Have a good night. Remember, axe murderers need love too!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Grow Up.
More For My Friend Who is in a ‘Relationship’
“When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.”
1Corinthians 13:11
This portion of Scripture wasn’t written within the context of marriage, but there is something at work here in Paul’s words that weigh in on some of life’s most precious relationships. No doubt you have realized that high school is over. You aren’t a kid anymore. Unfortunately, just because we’ve lived beyond our puberty years, doesn’t mean that we have actually grown up to the point where we are able to hold up our own end of a married relationship.
It isn’t that we aren’t allowed to have fun anymore. There is a place for fun. There is also a place for being child-like, even as a believer in Christ. In fact, Jesus Himself said, “the kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.” Matthew 19:14
There are aspects of being a child that we need to hang on to as believers. There are others however that need to go and Paul mentions 3 of them. 1 Our Speech, 2 Our thinking, and 3 Our reasoning.
Most of the time, popular culture portrays men as little more than grown up babies. Unfortunately, many of us deserve the caricature. It’s pretty tough to make a list or a summary of the thoughts and attitudes that we need to let go of. Perhaps if you rent the American Pie dvd’s you might get an idea of what childish behavior looks like. No. I’m really not recommending it.
As you press on towards marriage, perhaps a good question to address both individually and as a couple might be this;
“In what ways do each of you need to grow up?”
As for me, I’m still growing up. There are times that I really don’t want to do what I know needs to be done. I’d rather spend some time with my own entertainment than to have a go at the honey do list that my wife has made up. The baby in me wants to cry and whine about it, but the man should be ready to take personal responsibility for his own tasks.
Invariably, if you are going to be joined as one, there will be some things that have to go. How selfish are you? To what extent are each of you willing to put the needs of the other first? Christian marriage isn’t a partnership. The two have to function as one. In order for that to actually happen, the both of you will have to function as if you are one person. It won’t work so long as each or either of you wants to continue living the teenaged dream.
It is a very sad thing to see grown men and women who really haven't grown up. People who hide when it's time to take action. People who run when it's time to stand. People who turn to the drug instead of standing tall. People who shop when it's time to save. I don't want those phrases to describe me. If you are the person I remember, then neither do you.
Love Kevin
“When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.”
1Corinthians 13:11
This portion of Scripture wasn’t written within the context of marriage, but there is something at work here in Paul’s words that weigh in on some of life’s most precious relationships. No doubt you have realized that high school is over. You aren’t a kid anymore. Unfortunately, just because we’ve lived beyond our puberty years, doesn’t mean that we have actually grown up to the point where we are able to hold up our own end of a married relationship.
It isn’t that we aren’t allowed to have fun anymore. There is a place for fun. There is also a place for being child-like, even as a believer in Christ. In fact, Jesus Himself said, “the kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.” Matthew 19:14
There are aspects of being a child that we need to hang on to as believers. There are others however that need to go and Paul mentions 3 of them. 1 Our Speech, 2 Our thinking, and 3 Our reasoning.
Most of the time, popular culture portrays men as little more than grown up babies. Unfortunately, many of us deserve the caricature. It’s pretty tough to make a list or a summary of the thoughts and attitudes that we need to let go of. Perhaps if you rent the American Pie dvd’s you might get an idea of what childish behavior looks like. No. I’m really not recommending it.
As you press on towards marriage, perhaps a good question to address both individually and as a couple might be this;
“In what ways do each of you need to grow up?”
As for me, I’m still growing up. There are times that I really don’t want to do what I know needs to be done. I’d rather spend some time with my own entertainment than to have a go at the honey do list that my wife has made up. The baby in me wants to cry and whine about it, but the man should be ready to take personal responsibility for his own tasks.
Invariably, if you are going to be joined as one, there will be some things that have to go. How selfish are you? To what extent are each of you willing to put the needs of the other first? Christian marriage isn’t a partnership. The two have to function as one. In order for that to actually happen, the both of you will have to function as if you are one person. It won’t work so long as each or either of you wants to continue living the teenaged dream.
It is a very sad thing to see grown men and women who really haven't grown up. People who hide when it's time to take action. People who run when it's time to stand. People who turn to the drug instead of standing tall. People who shop when it's time to save. I don't want those phrases to describe me. If you are the person I remember, then neither do you.
Love Kevin
Sunday, April 17, 2011
What's Your Body For?
When we receive Christ and The Holy Spirit comes to live in us. If that has happened in you, there are ramifications.
1 Corinthians 6:19-20
19 Don’t you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself, 20 for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with your body.
In his first letter to the believers in Corinth, Paul asks them whether or not they are aware of this spiritual truth. He asks them whether or not they realize that their bodies are the temple of the Holy Spirit. If we think on it literally and try to discern the physical mechanics of what is happening here, it could blow our minds. We’re talking about the God of creation, the One whom the heavens cannot contain, and the God who is bigger than the universe itself. If you have received Him, He has taken up residence in your body. That temporary tent that you are living in has become the very house of God.
Don’t you realize that your body is God’s house? You have been bought and paid for as someone buys and pays for a home. For those of us who have received Him, we have likewise been bought and paid for, not with cash, but by the precious life blood of the only begotten Son of God. You really don’t belong to yourself anymore. Your life is no longer your life.
Although I’m speaking in terms of home ownership, the implications for our lives go much deeper. We were slaves; purchased from the slave market of sin, bought for the purchase price of God’s own Son. Jesus was the original humanitarian philanthropist, making His home in us where we were, as we were, rather than merely having us move into His house.
I suppose if you have never really believed on the Son, this really wouldn’t apply to you. Your life is your life. I guess instead of being a temple, your body might be more accurately described as an amusement park. If you have a better way of describing it, I’d love to hear it. As for me, before I knew Christ, that’s what my body was for. My life was my life and I used my body in a way that would bring me pleasure. If I wanted to drink, I drank. If I wanted to watch something, I watched it. If it felt good, I likely did it. I don’t want you to write me off as being a completely pleasure seeking individual. I had, as most people do, some sense of morality and societal obligation. However, in the truest sense of the word, I was my own boss. I expected the world to revolve around me and I spent the bulk of my efforts trying to run my own universe in the way I saw fit.
Have you been bought with a price? What is your body exactly? Perhaps your body is part temple and part amusement park. Can that be? If you have been purchased from the slave market of sin, what now? Is this salvation experience all that there is? Is Jesus nothing more than a destination, or some kind of theme park entry fee, where once paid, we’re at liberty to do whatever pleases us?
What is your body to you? It might be the temple of the Holy Spirit. It could be your version of Disney World. I have no idea. You would have to tell me. Could it be some combination of the two? Perhaps it is a part temple and part theme park. It might be used as a temple on Sunday, and a brothel for Monday through Saturday.
Having the love of God poured into our hearts by the Holy Spirit is not the final destination of the Christian faith. It is the beginning of a new life under new management. To live otherwise would be like to having gotten off with a warning from a police officer, only to continue speeding again. Realizing the way in which God loved us and having received the love of God, our life’s story has not come to its conclusion. Suppose you find yourself in just such a place. You have realized who He is, who you are in His sight, and you have received Him. What now? Having received Him, our response is to remain in Him.
Monday, April 11, 2011
It's Your Dad's Fault That You Turned out This Way.
There are many ways in which the love of God is lived out in those who receive Him. You hear of missionaries who leave their comfortable homes, only to live in some remote region of Africa, eating bugs and slime because they have a heart for the people there. Some believers bring homeless people into their homes. It’s common for churches to do their part in stocking the shelves of the local food bank. When I lost my job 10 years ago, some anonymous people from church helped my wife and I by giving us $1,500 to try and make a new start.
If you walk in Christian circles for any length of time, you might run into people who leave their ‘secular’ jobs for positions in ministry which pay significantly less. You might get to know believers who intentionally move to a poorer part of town in order to be better placed to help the disadvantaged. You may cross paths with people who take orphans into their home, work with the homeless or walk alongside of people who struggle with addictions of various forms. There isn’t a cookie cutter mould, but these are some of the ways that love pours itself out of those who have received the Spirit of Christ.
If I ever write another book on this subject, I’ll likely write about these and many other ways in which the love of God expresses itself through His people. Love is patient, so it’s not uncommon to find believers who are waiting on God or waiting for marriage. Love is kind, so you find many charities and organizations which have strong Christian roots. Perhaps you have heard of World Vision, or Compassion.
For this book and for this chapter, I want to look at one characteristic of love in particular and how it demonstrated itself in the life of someone that I know. We’re told in 1Corinthians 12 that love keeps no record of wrongs, and I have been blessed to see that aspect of love demonstrated in the life of a close friend of mine. His name is Manuel. As you picture Manuel, imagine some tall, dark, dashing Spaniard, fast enough to run with the bulls.
Among the general population, Manuel could easily justify living a life of bitterness and resentment more than most. Although I have the privilege of knowing him, I have a difficult time envisioning the kind of childhood that he endured. I don’t have a list of Manuel’s sins and neither would I want to. For whatever he did and did not do as a child, Manuel had been labelled as the, “bad child”. As if it wasn’t enough to be labelled as such, he was also known as the “not so bright” child of the family. ‘Bad and dumb.’ Those were the labels pasted upon Manuel by his own family and peers.
Everyone is known for something I suppose. If we’re made to feel bad and dumb often enough, I guess that is what we become. Perhaps that is why Manuel kept the label. In fact, living up to the label seemed to be the only way he could get any sort of attention from his family. On most days, nobody really payed any attention to him at all. If on the other hand, he did something bad or did poorly in school, that would be noticed. Yet, it wasn’t the type of attention that we would consider to be positive.
Manuel’s mom was often the disciplinarian of the family. When he would act badly or perform poorly in school, she gave him attention. The attention he received generally came in the form of chastisement. When disciplining him, she would beat him down with any object she could find. His mom would continue assaulting him until she was simply too exhausted to continue. After beating him beyond her physical ability, she would often lock him in his room for hours.
One would hope that school would provide some respite from the violence; some pause or intermission from the pain. Rather than being a resting place from the conflict at home, it proved to be an extension for more of the same. Living in a predominantly white community, Manuel was constantly tormented because of his racial distinction. For Manuel, English was a second language. For him, it was a new language, which made it difficult to progress at the rate of his schoolmates. He was known as the ‘not so bright’ one both at home, and at school.
That was life. Could anyone blame Manuel if he were to live a life defined by bitterness and resentment? Would it astound anyone if family reunions and Christmas were a time of difficulty? What do you say to the mom who did that to you? How do you draw close to a father who took part himself, if only to allow it to happen? What is it like to get together with a brother or sister who is known to be better and smarter than you are? How can a young man learn to reconcile the past and to recognize the lies for what they were?
Manuel was a young man when He encountered the living person of Jesus Christ for himself. He had received forgiveness for his sins by the One who had freely paid for them with His own blood on the cross of Calvary. Over time, Manuel began to realize the lies for what they were. He came to realize that he wasn’t dumb. Of course English was harder for him than for those who were raised with it, but he wasn’t unintelligent. He wasn’t the bad kid. We are all on a level playing field, we’re all sinners, in need of God’s precious grace.
Manuel had been forgiven and was made right with the One who is above all – God Himself. He had experienced the freedom and the love of God, made real in his heart. Manuel knew that this new life had implications which extended beyond his standing before God. He knew that his relationship with Christ was intended to impact not only his own life, but was meant to have its affect on his family life. As Manuel tells his story, he shares it in this way, “The more I learned about Jesus and having that relationship with Him motivated me to want that with my family.”
How do you do that? Where does one find the strength? Can you put yourself in his shoes? Having encountered Christ for himself, Manuel could no longer progress through life as a victim. He knew that he actually played his own part in the injustice that took place in his home. He had sinned against his family and wanted to confront it for what it was. Having been forgiven by God himself, he also wanted to extend that same forgiveness to the very people who had hurt him the most.
Rather than continuing to live out a crippled and embittered life, Manuel prayed through his fear, remaining focussed on the revealed Word of God. Many people are absolutely scared to death to admit that they are wrong in any capacity. Pride tends to be a tough meal to swallow. Others feel they have been beaten too badly to extend forgiveness to those that have wronged them. By the love, grace and power of God – Manuel did just that.
Manuel chose to use the gift that had been given to him. If you ever meet this tall, dark, dashing Spaniard, I hope that you take the time to know him well enough to hear his story. He likely won’t share it with the whole world, for the sake of the identity of those involved. Life isn’t completely perfect for Manuel. He still has his obstacles to overcome, but by God’s grace, He will overcome, just as he has in the past.
Having received the love of God, Manuel came to understand the intention of that gift. The gift was meant for more than just his own personal edification. That love was meant to be extended to the people in his house. For him, those people actually used to live in the very same house. Today, Manuel has a family of his own. God’s purpose for him now includes, but is not limited exclusively to the people in his literal household. Manuel has been reconciled to God the Father through Jesus Christ our Lord. That reconciliation was also meant to be extended to the people in his life.
If you walk in Christian circles for any length of time, you might run into people who leave their ‘secular’ jobs for positions in ministry which pay significantly less. You might get to know believers who intentionally move to a poorer part of town in order to be better placed to help the disadvantaged. You may cross paths with people who take orphans into their home, work with the homeless or walk alongside of people who struggle with addictions of various forms. There isn’t a cookie cutter mould, but these are some of the ways that love pours itself out of those who have received the Spirit of Christ.
If I ever write another book on this subject, I’ll likely write about these and many other ways in which the love of God expresses itself through His people. Love is patient, so it’s not uncommon to find believers who are waiting on God or waiting for marriage. Love is kind, so you find many charities and organizations which have strong Christian roots. Perhaps you have heard of World Vision, or Compassion.
For this book and for this chapter, I want to look at one characteristic of love in particular and how it demonstrated itself in the life of someone that I know. We’re told in 1Corinthians 12 that love keeps no record of wrongs, and I have been blessed to see that aspect of love demonstrated in the life of a close friend of mine. His name is Manuel. As you picture Manuel, imagine some tall, dark, dashing Spaniard, fast enough to run with the bulls.
Among the general population, Manuel could easily justify living a life of bitterness and resentment more than most. Although I have the privilege of knowing him, I have a difficult time envisioning the kind of childhood that he endured. I don’t have a list of Manuel’s sins and neither would I want to. For whatever he did and did not do as a child, Manuel had been labelled as the, “bad child”. As if it wasn’t enough to be labelled as such, he was also known as the “not so bright” child of the family. ‘Bad and dumb.’ Those were the labels pasted upon Manuel by his own family and peers.
Everyone is known for something I suppose. If we’re made to feel bad and dumb often enough, I guess that is what we become. Perhaps that is why Manuel kept the label. In fact, living up to the label seemed to be the only way he could get any sort of attention from his family. On most days, nobody really payed any attention to him at all. If on the other hand, he did something bad or did poorly in school, that would be noticed. Yet, it wasn’t the type of attention that we would consider to be positive.
Manuel’s mom was often the disciplinarian of the family. When he would act badly or perform poorly in school, she gave him attention. The attention he received generally came in the form of chastisement. When disciplining him, she would beat him down with any object she could find. His mom would continue assaulting him until she was simply too exhausted to continue. After beating him beyond her physical ability, she would often lock him in his room for hours.
One would hope that school would provide some respite from the violence; some pause or intermission from the pain. Rather than being a resting place from the conflict at home, it proved to be an extension for more of the same. Living in a predominantly white community, Manuel was constantly tormented because of his racial distinction. For Manuel, English was a second language. For him, it was a new language, which made it difficult to progress at the rate of his schoolmates. He was known as the ‘not so bright’ one both at home, and at school.
That was life. Could anyone blame Manuel if he were to live a life defined by bitterness and resentment? Would it astound anyone if family reunions and Christmas were a time of difficulty? What do you say to the mom who did that to you? How do you draw close to a father who took part himself, if only to allow it to happen? What is it like to get together with a brother or sister who is known to be better and smarter than you are? How can a young man learn to reconcile the past and to recognize the lies for what they were?
Manuel was a young man when He encountered the living person of Jesus Christ for himself. He had received forgiveness for his sins by the One who had freely paid for them with His own blood on the cross of Calvary. Over time, Manuel began to realize the lies for what they were. He came to realize that he wasn’t dumb. Of course English was harder for him than for those who were raised with it, but he wasn’t unintelligent. He wasn’t the bad kid. We are all on a level playing field, we’re all sinners, in need of God’s precious grace.
Manuel had been forgiven and was made right with the One who is above all – God Himself. He had experienced the freedom and the love of God, made real in his heart. Manuel knew that this new life had implications which extended beyond his standing before God. He knew that his relationship with Christ was intended to impact not only his own life, but was meant to have its affect on his family life. As Manuel tells his story, he shares it in this way, “The more I learned about Jesus and having that relationship with Him motivated me to want that with my family.”
How do you do that? Where does one find the strength? Can you put yourself in his shoes? Having encountered Christ for himself, Manuel could no longer progress through life as a victim. He knew that he actually played his own part in the injustice that took place in his home. He had sinned against his family and wanted to confront it for what it was. Having been forgiven by God himself, he also wanted to extend that same forgiveness to the very people who had hurt him the most.
Rather than continuing to live out a crippled and embittered life, Manuel prayed through his fear, remaining focussed on the revealed Word of God. Many people are absolutely scared to death to admit that they are wrong in any capacity. Pride tends to be a tough meal to swallow. Others feel they have been beaten too badly to extend forgiveness to those that have wronged them. By the love, grace and power of God – Manuel did just that.
Manuel chose to use the gift that had been given to him. If you ever meet this tall, dark, dashing Spaniard, I hope that you take the time to know him well enough to hear his story. He likely won’t share it with the whole world, for the sake of the identity of those involved. Life isn’t completely perfect for Manuel. He still has his obstacles to overcome, but by God’s grace, He will overcome, just as he has in the past.
Having received the love of God, Manuel came to understand the intention of that gift. The gift was meant for more than just his own personal edification. That love was meant to be extended to the people in his house. For him, those people actually used to live in the very same house. Today, Manuel has a family of his own. God’s purpose for him now includes, but is not limited exclusively to the people in his literal household. Manuel has been reconciled to God the Father through Jesus Christ our Lord. That reconciliation was also meant to be extended to the people in his life.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
The Cure for Loneliness?
"If your suffering is a burden, reach out to ease that of someone else and bring hope to them. . . . Offer compassion when you need it. Be a friend when you need friendship. Give hope when you most need it." --Nick Vujicic, Life Without Limits
I took this quote from the Facebook status of one of my friends. I have often thought these thoughts but have never been able to articulate them so clearly. I often wonder what the world would look like if we all lived with this mindset.
Is this how the world works? I don’t think so. I have often suffered from bouts of loneliness, but in my loneliness, I tended to think that it was the responsibility of someone else to reach out to me. I rarely considered the possibility that my condition might have been purposed to compel me towards others.
It took some time to be willing to invest myself into the lives of others, but by God’s grace, I have begun to do just that. I am blessed to be surrounded by many amazing people who are willing to confront me in love, uphold me in prayer and lean on me in their own need.
I now live out a very different injustice. I now tend to look at my life as if I’m a spiritual super hero. Now that I have escaped the loneliness, I often look at my role as this obscure caped crusader, being that guy who has it together, who is willing to help others put it together. The injustice is barely recognizable, because it has the appearance of nobility; the arrogance of it barely distinguishable.
It’s much easier to claim victim status that to do something about it. Isn’t it? If the lonely reach out to the lonely, will either be lonely any longer?
I took this quote from the Facebook status of one of my friends. I have often thought these thoughts but have never been able to articulate them so clearly. I often wonder what the world would look like if we all lived with this mindset.
Is this how the world works? I don’t think so. I have often suffered from bouts of loneliness, but in my loneliness, I tended to think that it was the responsibility of someone else to reach out to me. I rarely considered the possibility that my condition might have been purposed to compel me towards others.
It took some time to be willing to invest myself into the lives of others, but by God’s grace, I have begun to do just that. I am blessed to be surrounded by many amazing people who are willing to confront me in love, uphold me in prayer and lean on me in their own need.
I now live out a very different injustice. I now tend to look at my life as if I’m a spiritual super hero. Now that I have escaped the loneliness, I often look at my role as this obscure caped crusader, being that guy who has it together, who is willing to help others put it together. The injustice is barely recognizable, because it has the appearance of nobility; the arrogance of it barely distinguishable.
It’s much easier to claim victim status that to do something about it. Isn’t it? If the lonely reach out to the lonely, will either be lonely any longer?
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Q & A - Why Are Men So Angry?
Hey Kev!
Came across a blog that said that the #1 problem that comes out in male support groups is that of anger or rage. The big remedy is anger management of course, but is it working? Is that what is needed? Is anger management even biblical?
My second question to you two guys is this: "Why?" Why are men so angry these days? What is at the root of this anger do you think? I have a few ideas but I would love to get your input when you have the time to think it through and respond to me.
Tom
Dear Tom;
Well, we're living in a land that is walking away from God. That means there are fewer and fewer people who are indwelt by the Spirit of Christ. Not that all Christians were aver accused of being led by the Spirit, but if the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness......what can we expect to replace it?
Anger isn't the problem. Spiritual banckruptcy is the problem.
Or maybe I'm wrong. Let me know if anger management fixes it.
Love Kevin
Came across a blog that said that the #1 problem that comes out in male support groups is that of anger or rage. The big remedy is anger management of course, but is it working? Is that what is needed? Is anger management even biblical?
My second question to you two guys is this: "Why?" Why are men so angry these days? What is at the root of this anger do you think? I have a few ideas but I would love to get your input when you have the time to think it through and respond to me.
Tom
Dear Tom;
Well, we're living in a land that is walking away from God. That means there are fewer and fewer people who are indwelt by the Spirit of Christ. Not that all Christians were aver accused of being led by the Spirit, but if the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness......what can we expect to replace it?
Anger isn't the problem. Spiritual banckruptcy is the problem.
Or maybe I'm wrong. Let me know if anger management fixes it.
Love Kevin
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