Love, Love, Love

love1 Corinthians 13

If I speak every language, whether human or divine, but don’t speak the language of love, it’s empty talk. If I can tell it like it really is, and I’ve solved life’s problems and really do know it all, and if I’m focused enough to move mountains, but don’t know how to love, I’m just a charade. If I give up everything, my possessions, even my life, so I can feel good about myself rather than because I really care, it’s a hollow gift.

Love is patient. Love is kind. Love isn’t a black hole of need. Love doesn’t brag. Love isn’t crass. Love isn’t about getting one’s own way. Love isn’t grouchy. Love doesn’t run a tab. Love grieves falsehood, but rejoices in truth. Love carries everything, believes in everyone, hopes for everything, and survives through anything. Love lasts forever.

Predictions about the future will run out of time. Languages will run out of words. Encyclopedias will run out of information. Everything we know is a drop in a bucket, and everything we predict is merely a guess. But when it’s all said and done, there is no more guessing.

When I was a kid, I thought like a kid and I dealt with things like kids do. But then I grew up and I stopped acting like a kid. We see life through frosted glass, but someday things will be clearer. We make guesses now, but someday we’ll really know because we’ll have let someone really know us.

Faith, hope and love are the three universal constants. But love is the one to rule them all.

Love, Love, Love. 1,2,3.

  1. Love who you are.
  2. Love what you do.
  3. Love everyone you meet.

Difficult? Yes. But the Beetles really did have it right: “Love is all you need.”