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 though 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 though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though 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 bahave rudely, does not seeks 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 also am known.
And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
6 comments:
jesus, lover of my soul
Love is wonderful - but it does not conquer all.
Go into the back garden and see there a fossil buried in a shallow grave, for this is the product of your love: the relic that was your mind.
Well, it may actually make some sort of sense. Ignatius Loyola calls it: 'The sacrifice of the intellect' by the thinking man. When the thinking man considers the absurd, he may choose to make a 'leap' and attribute it to God.
Then again, he may not.
Regular Joe: I do not think that other 'regular' people wish to join you under your umbrella of irredeemable stupidity. Proper discourse still wets your ankles, however.
And geezer is so passé.
ahuh. keep talking that crap. you're the sort of person that's all talk aren't you?
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