I read a book this week. I empathized with people this week. We’re studying in Colossians 2 this week. We’re working on the cabin right now. And we’re extra busy with life because Elv’s work is two hours away.
So, I got to thinking about how well we live. And about privilege and purpose we enjoy. Our oblivion to the way families without God and supplies have to subsist. The folks in my book made choices that ran their chaotic lives. They were desperately destitute, yet the children chose to break that routine by pursuing education and careers while their parents chose homelessness on the streets of New York City. The twist at the end of the book was discovering that Mom in this story had an inheritance worth a million dollars available for most of these years of poverty. She knew, apparently, but maybe didn’t understand?
Am I choosing poverty over riches in my life? If I understood better somehow, would I be able to share comfort and care with those around me more accurately?
Therefore, as God’s chosen ones, holy and dearly loved, put on compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience, bearing with one another and forgiving one another if anyone has a grievance against another. Just as the Lord has forgiven you, so you are also to forgive. Above all, put on love, which is the perfect bond of unity. And let the peace of Christ, to which you were also called in one body, rule your hearts. And be thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell richly among you, in all wisdom teaching and admonishing one another through psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts. And whatever you do, in word or in deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.
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