A Christmas Version of 1st Corinthians 13
If
I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling
lights and shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I'm just
another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens
of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a
beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not share the true
meaning of Christmas, I'm just another cook.
If I work at the
soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to
charity, but do not demonstrate kindness to strangers, it profits me
nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and
snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir
but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.
Love stops
the cooking to hug the child. Love sets aside the decorating to kiss
the husband. Love is kind, though harried and tired. Love doesn't envy another's
home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens. Love
doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they
are there to be in the way. Love doesn't give only to those who are
able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can't.
Love
bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures
all things. Love never fails. Video games will break, pearl necklaces
will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will
endure.
"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
(Author Unknown)
Hat tip to Julie at Miss Glass is Half Full...