Next weekend we get our televisions and mailboxes back…
Most Sundays, I post a brief lesson about the Christian life and scripture. I don’t preach. My goal is to understand what the writer intended to say, and what the hearer heard. I leave the what it really means to others, smarter than me, and bolder. I can’t write and think about this without bias, and I address it when I see it. I’m comfortable with Catholic, Orthodox, and Protestant theologies, and with some atheist ideals. It was Augustine who said ‘all truth is G’s truth’ and I gladly sup coffee around that campfire. My Christian belief is an expression of faith, not logic, and whatever I glom onto, I hold loose in an open hand.
Here it is: the week Americans get their televisions and mailboxes back. I watched football last Sunday night with my wife and, on a commercial break, we counted eight political advertisements. By two candidates. If you’re counting, that’s four from each. It’s non-stop, sickeningly agonizing, and a waste of money. How many people could be fed for the cost of the seventeenth Lindsay Graham commercial? Clearly not enough to stave off the power brokers who pay for this stuff. But, hey, I surrender, arms held up, and palms out. It’s a dance between politicians and hemorrhoid creme. Someone has the pay the billionaires who run CNN, and I can always change the channel. Or turn the On button to Off.
We’re all run down, limp, and weak from months of mindless machinations, so this week I will only remind us – me included – about the fruit of the spirit.
First, regarding fruit, Paul sets up a contrast for us, describing the fruits of ungodliness:
Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyings, murders, drunkenness, revelings, and such like…
Hatred, wrath, strife, and sedition pop off the page to me.
Then, he turns attention to the fruit of the spirit, of godliness:
Charity, joy, peace, tolerance, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance…
Oh, for the fruit of the spirit. If only.
Brothers and Sisters! I say to you with a raised voice and a Bible in my hand! During this time when humans everywhere, and especially Americans, are dead set against anyone who disagrees with them, please remember and ruminate on the truth that fruit comes from the soil of our soul. When mealy apples grow on a tree, the farmer knows the cause isn’t the apple, but the soil and water, and his tending of the tree. Consider yourself a farmer of the tree of your soul with the apple as proof of what goes into it. Of what you meditate on, the truth you live by.
It’s an easy metric. Good fruit:good fertilizer. Bad fruit:bad fertilizer.
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Selah and Blessings