While reading 1 Corinthians 13 and getting all jacked up about “the love chapter” i was brought to this sudden realization.
So, God is pretty clear about the importance of love- in fact If you look at the first couple of verses in the chapter, it states emphatically that without love We are NOTHING more than noisy cadavers; Spiritual zombies.
However, after dropping the bombshell On the early believers that all of their ritual and goodness means nada without love- he then moves to describe what love is. How love looks. What love creates in us.
And I guess that’s where I was once again blown away by the intentional words of scripture.
Love is MANY things. But you know what it isn’t?
True love isn’t about us. It isn’t about valentines day and that fuzzy feeling you get when he looks at you. It isn’t sex or flirting or even dating.
Love isn’t selfish. Love is constantly, selflessly fighting my nature and showing another person that my own flesh is not the most important thing. That YOUR happiness so intertwined itself with mine- that I cannot allow myself to be anything less than patient and kind. Not envying or boasting. Not arrogant or rude. My way is no longer he only. Not irritable or resentful.
You get the picture. Love is that which opens up our spiritual doors to all other goodness- and this backbone of our faith can ONLY be demonstrated when it’s not about us.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.
“Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?”
“I sure do, you came jumping out after me”
“Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?”
“Yes, I do”
Right now. I just want a cigarette.
Nothing crazy. Just an inhale while it drizzles. Sitting outside on the step and contemplating life.
a tiny, lovely burn down the back of my throat.
Just one. Or ten.
I HAVE BEEN WAITING A WHOLE YEAR TO PUT THIS ON MY BLOG
I GOT A STOMACHACHE FROM EATIN’ ALL THEM COOKIES
BUT GUESS WHAT (WHAT?)
I GOT MORE COOKIES!!
IM SO GLAD HIS IS FINALLY HERE AGAIN
I suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes it look like you’re an angry serial killer