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 (9) (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 (9) (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 (9) (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...