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August Visiting Teaching Message

Each month this year, the visiting teaching message is about another attribute of Jesus Christ.  August's message talks about Christ being meek and humble. 

Caption: "Meekness is vital for us to be more Christlike.  Without it we won't be able to develop other important virtues.  Being meek does not mean weakness, but it does mean behaving with goodness and kindness, showing strength, serenity, healthy self-worth, and self-control.--Elder Ulisses Soares"



In the lesson, the example is given of Christ washing the feet of the apostles.  What a demonstration of meekness and humility!  

There is a great power in these simple, unassuming qualities.

Caption:  "Humbly submitting our will to the Father brings us the empowerment of God--the power of humility.  It is the power to meet life's adversities, the power of peace, the power of hope, the power of a heart throbbing with a love for and testimony of the Savior Jesus Christ, even the power of redemption.--Richard C. Edgley"

I might give a copy of those printed quotes with a small towel to the sisters I visit teach this month, to serve as a reminder of Christ's example of meekness and humility.

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Thanks for the sometimes overlooked attributes of meekness and humility.

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  1. I'm guilty for confusing "meek" and "weak." Thanks for the clarification! It's very helpful.

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  2. I love the idea of giving them printed copies of the quotes with a towel! Perfect!

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