The word good is a staple of my vocabulary. I use it frequently, describing my mood, the work others have done, the experiences I have. It comes naturally as a quick and easy response or a casual compliment. As a result, it has lost potency and sharpness, too tired to mean much. When I come, then, to the fruit of the Spirit and find goodness, ambiguity meets me. What is the goodness produced by a life united to Christ and sanctified by his Spirit?
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