Tuesday, February 14, 2012
I could write a post about how I’ve never really understood the “Single Awareness Day” rebellion, how I most of the time I perfectly okay with either getting married or not getting married being decided by God, and yet somehow have become something of a hopeless romantic (with the help of Forest of Lies, BBC Robin Hood, and Doctor Who). I could also blab in my own way about how love isn’t just chocolate and roses and romantic music and happy fuzzies (though it can be that too). How love is more than just a feeling.
But I think Paul says it better, so I’ll let him take it from here.
“Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And thought I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And thought I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and thought I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.
“Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
“Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away
“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I am known.
“And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”
-1 Corinthians 13
Happy Valentine’s Day.
P.S. For those waiting.