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 (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...