When I think of the Fruits of the Spirit I compare them to a prism in the window. When sunlight enters in and bends as it exits, a rainbow becomes visible. But the metaphor here is not about the worn phrase that we are a beautiful rainbow of many hues. The analogy I am going for is that we are the prism in which God bends Himself through us.
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