Tag: Colossians 3:12-17

The Choice

It Is A Choice.

“Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. 

Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. 

And over all these virtues put on love,which binds them all together in perfect unity.

Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. 

Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts. 

And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.”

COLOSSIANS 3:12-17

Admonish One Another With All Wisdom

COLOSSIANS 3:12-17

““Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.

Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone.

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Clothe Yourself Thusly

“since as members of one body 
you were called to peace. “

“…clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.
Bear with each other and forgive one another
if any of you has a grievance against someone.
Forgive as the Lord forgave you.
And over all these virtues put on love, 
which binds them all together in perfect unity.
Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts,
since as members of one body 
you were called to peace. 
And be thankful.
Let the message of Christ 
dwell among you richly
as you teach and admonish one another
with all wisdom 
through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit,
singing to God with gratitude in your hearts…”

COLLOSIANS 3:12-17

A Crossed Sojourn

“Chaplain Bob smiled as he handed me a ten dollar bill from his wallet.”

His name is Chaplain Bob Miller. I cold-called him, asking for help one day. When he returned my call, he was driving back from the airport with his wife; they had just arrived home from Cuba.

Bob was warm and inviting. He understood my situation. He had a lot on his plate at the time, but he took a couple of moments to meet with me and briefly listen to my quandary. Little did he know,

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