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Originally Posted by awareness
The flesh is our biggest problem. It places undeniable demands on us all day long, and even into the night. Just feeding and hydrating the flesh is a constant concern. I hate the flesh, with all it's demands, but that doesn't stop me taking care of all the demands of the flesh all the time.
Is it any wonder that we hate the flesh?
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I mentioned that we've had a good deal of discussion around the flesh in my men's fellowships. Last week someone shared this thought (they said it had been around awhile): "When I'm going up to meet the Lord and my flesh is falling away . . . as it sinks out of sight I will speak to it and say,
'Thanks for escorting me to Christ all these years!'" So maybe we can say it's kind of a love/hate thing we have with the flesh!
