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> I am sitting in my sun room looking out at the rain. Down the street I see my neighbor taking he morning paper to his neighbor. This is a random act of kindness. This is a antidote to what is wrong in human relationships. And there is another dimension to this scene. The guy doing his neighbor a good turn walks with a limp and one arm is held up close to his chest because a stroke has left him partially paralyzed. But his serving spirit is not paralyzed. "...the fruit of the Spirit is ..kindness..". It is also doing what you can with what you have.
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