love is blind kind

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I remember when I was younger, I had this little laminated card that could fit in the palm of my hand which I kept in my wallet. I can't remember who gave it to me, but I still remember what was written on that card.

On it, was a short extract from 1 Corinthians 13(:4) -
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

Back then, I remembered this verse by heart. It eventually got me reading the entire chapter, which I wrote down in full in a book (which has also long been missing). This chapter became my favourite excerpt from the Bible (long as it is) and I would write down bits and pieces from it every now and then.

I guess the novelty of these words being so beautiful wore off after it was quoted way too often by me, and so I soon forgot how to recite it by heart.

But now, with the goings-on of our world today, we may ask why all of it are happening.
So much pain, lies, deceit, wars, almost short of saying this world is so broken and damaged, picking up the pieces and putting them back together may never quite fix it to the way it was. We can be so quick to point our fingers at others and fail to see what we are short of within ourselves.

Where are our hearts? Where is the love?

I might have turned more secular as the years go by but I don't think I've lost my faith in the things I have always believed in. And I certainly don't think I love any less.

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.

(side note: When you speak of love, do not be confused with lust. There are many forms love takes, but never confuse it with lust.)

As I sit here wondering why I'm writing this, and reading this chapter from 1 Corinthians reminding myself how much I used to love it, I think this is part of growing up. You love a little more, but it seems a challenge when part of your world doesn't show to love itself more.

That little card I kept in my wallet has long been missing, but the words have stayed true.

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