Love

1 Corinthians 13
Love
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Delirious? Jesus’ blood
There’s a secret I must tell
Of all the love I’ve found
And it’s hidden in my heart
The day you tore my world apart

Hallelujah, King forever, friend and Saviour

Jesus’ blood never fails me,
Jesus’ blood never fails me,
Jesus’ blood, Jesus’ blood

And this secret, it will run
To the corners of the earth
Where every woman, every son
Will carry high their chains undone

Hallelujah, King forever, friend and Saviour

Jesus’ blood never fails me,
Jesus’ blood never fails me,
Jesus’ blood never fails me,
Jesus’ blood, Jesus’ blood

Sing your songs of freedom
Praise the God of heaven
Love that never fails me
Jesus’ blood, Jesus’ blood

If I have not love, I give out nothing, I am nothing, I take in nothing.
I’m wondering today how much I’m motivated by love, really. Or compare that to how much I should be. When Jesus summed up what it was all about, it was “Love the Lord your God…and love your neighbour as yourself”. I’m thinking kinda that like Peter, I only have philolove for God, or maybe not even quite that. And for other people? :\ Yet the love God shows ME is consistant with what he preached (which is good). Love that never fails me. I guess a lot of problems I have are from being failed, or failing others, or both. Yet I have been blessed with love that never fails me, and I should constantly seek to become more like the blesser.
I often think that the reason there’s so many broken families nowadays is because people see love as a fuzzy pink feeling, instead of practical, something in a way you decide you will have.
But I guess I haven’t done the deciding, I’m just trying to feel.

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