1 Corinthians 13
LOVE, after all.....
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.
What is Love NOT?
I totally agree with you.
In short, Love is experiencing yourself as an integral indivisble part of his creations. And this experience has to be gained by cotributing as an integral part, not just cuddling upo to our own faith and hope. Faith and hope can show you the path, but love gives you the strength to follow that path. Yes!!! love is greatest of all.
All the best...
:-)
Reply:Love is not evil.
Reply:REAL
Reply:love is not love which alters.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments, love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come,
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Sonnet #116
Reply:WE ARE...
Reply:love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
Reply:FREE.
Reply:Love is not a monkey or a giraffe.
...unless...
...you are speaking metaphorically. But of course anything could be anything speaking metaphorically. We're not speaking metaphorically are we?
Reply:Love is the primal polarity of Fear
Just as hot is to cold
or up is to down
or empty is to full...
Reply:I love the thing that gives me what I want. Love is not deprivation. To me.
Reply:SAVE YOUR BREATH...
love, as it was meant to be...is impossible in our human form.
Reply:love is not easy.
Reply:Love is not Hate.
Reply:love... why is it so hard to find? (sigh)
Reply:Love is not logical. Love gives when it hurts, fights when it is tired, and is there when things are really bad.
Love doesn't really make sense.
Reply:~~~ Love is not forgotten.~~~
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