1 Corinthians 13
If I speak
with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the
creaking of a rusty gate.
If I speak God’s
Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as
day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I
don’t love, I’m nothing.
If I give everything
I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I
don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and
what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.
Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head,
Doesn’t force itself on others,
Isn’t always “me first,”
Doesn’t fly off the handle,
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn’t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
Love never dies.
Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end;
understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and
what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our
incompletes will be canceled.
When I was an infant
at my mother’s breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I
left those infant ways for good.
We don’t yet see
things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t
be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all
then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he
knows us!
But for right now,
until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that
consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And
the best of the three is love.
