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    What Are the Weapons of Your Warfare?

    August 16, 2021September 7, 2021

    If your weapons of warfare are in the flesh (defending your own personal kingdom), you will only see the sister or brother in front of you as your enemy. You will not allow your heart to be shaped by humility, patience, compassion, or love. Instead, you will set yourself up as an enemy of God, even as you seek to bring justice and truth.

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