What is love? It's always seemed so clear to me. I can give you all the cliche answers, but do I really know what love is? Furthermore, do I love? Do I love always? For the past year, I've been learning so much about so many cool Jesus-things.... Healing, tongues and prophecy, faith that is deep and lasting, offering all that I have, allowing God to bless me, finding balance and contentment in a crazy world, and so much more. I've been overwhelmed with the depths of God's love. It's beyond what I can fathom.
For the first time in my life, I had an "ah-ha!" moment when reading I Corinthians 13. For some reason, it just clicked. It made sense. I've been so selfish lately. I've only been concerned with protecting my heart, not being vulnerable, not getting my hopes up, not trusting too much, making sure I don't emotionally invest in something that might cause me pain, being angry with other people for their mistakes, justifying my anger based on their wrongdoing, cutting myself off from people who have hurt me and might hurt me again, wanting healing NOW, proving that I am successful... the list goes on. It's kind of rediculous, actually. Where did my love go? I put up a barrier with the intention of "guarding my heart," and in reality, that barrier has created a dangerous environment that is lacking love.
I want to love. I'm realizing that the act of love is a lot harder than I ever thought it would be.
Now read I Corinthians 13
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.