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I recently read a message I’d given in 1984 and felt a mixture of embarrassment and surprise. Embarrassed because it seems inadequate now, and surprised by how much my worldview has changed. Twenty-five years from now, I might read these messages and have a similar reaction. I offer no guarantee that my work or words will endure the eroding effects of time. I can only assure you these thoughts have been helpful to me, and perhaps a few others, today. With that qualification, I offer them to you.

~ Philip

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Fruits of the Spirit (10) (Galatians 5:22)

Fruits of the Spirit (10) (Galatians 5:22)

Joan and I had a fascinating week. We traveled to Santa Fe, New Mexico to attend a conference with Baptists from Lubbock, Texas, an ecumenical experience that caused me to reconsider everything I’d ever thought about Baptists from Texas. We stayed an additional three...

Fruits of the Spirit (9) (Galatians  5:22)

Fruits of the Spirit (9) (Galatians 5:22)

I was driving down US 36 the other morning on my way to breakfast with the Quaker Men, and fell in behind a pick-up truck. It had a sticker on the back window that I couldn’t quite make out, one of those silhouette stickers, so I sped up a little to see what it was,...

Fruits of the Spirit (8)  (Galatians 5:22)

Fruits of the Spirit (8) (Galatians 5:22)

When I graduated from high school and began working at Public Service Indiana, I vowed I would never miss a day’s work. Fortunately, I didn’t tell anyone, because three months later I fell down a flight of stairs, cracked my tailbone, hit my head, and had to take a...

Fruits of the Spirit (7)  (Galatians 5:22)

Fruits of the Spirit (7) (Galatians 5:22)

Joan and I were at the grocery store this week, and while she was shopping I was standing at the magazine rack reading and came across a fascinating story about a Japanese soldier from World War II, who evaded capture until 1975, when authorities on a Philippine...

Fruits of the Spirit (6)  (Galatians 5:22)

Fruits of the Spirit (6) (Galatians 5:22)

When the boys were in high school and still lived at home, our phone rang one evening. It was a friend calling to see if we wanted to meet the Dalai Lama, who was coming to Indianapolis the next day to give a speech.  Yes, we thought we did. So Joan took a day of...

Fruits of the Spirit (5)  (Galatians 5:22)

Fruits of the Spirit (5) (Galatians 5:22)

When I was a kid, my brother Glenn told me I was adopted, that they had awakened one morning, opened their front door, and there I was, wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a banana box. I was maybe five years old when Glenn told me that, and was initially...

Fruits of the Spirit (4)  (Galatians 5:22)

Fruits of the Spirit (4) (Galatians 5:22)

I was speaking with a man last week who was curious to learn more about Quakerism and wanted to know if he could come visit our meeting for worship. “Of course you can,” I told him. I find it interesting that a lot of people who’ve never been to a Quaker meeting think...

Fruits of the Spirit (3)  (Galatians 5:22)

Fruits of the Spirit (3) (Galatians 5:22)

I was talking with a man last week and he started complaining about his neighbor. He said, “I know it’s wrong, but I hate them.” “Oh, surely you don’t hate them,” I said. “They probably just annoy you.” “No, I pretty much hate them,” he said. It reminded me of...

Fruits of the Spirit (1)  (Galatians 5:22)

Fruits of the Spirit (1) (Galatians 5:22)

When I graduated from seminary, I was pastoring a little Quaker meeting in the city, but wanted to work my way up to a big church, then become the General Secretary of Friends United Meeting, which is the closest thing the Quakers have to a pope, except for the power...

Fruits of the Spirit (2)  (Galatians 5:22)

Fruits of the Spirit (2) (Galatians 5:22)

A few times each week, I drive over to Brownsburg to pick up our granddaughter Madeline at her other grandparents. I take her back to our house on the back roads, the long way round, so we have more time to visit, because once we get to our house and she sees Joan,...