The Way of Love

I never give up.
I care more for others than for self.
I do not want what I don't have.
I do not strut,
I do not have a swelled head,

I do not force myself on others,
I am not always “me first,”
I do not fly off the handle,
I don't keep score of the sins of others,
I don't revel when others grovel,
I take pleasure in the flowering of truth,

I put up with anything,
I trust God always,
I always look for the best,
I never look back,
But keeps going to the end.
I will never die. Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit.
We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete.
But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled.

When I was an infant at my mother's breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I left those infant ways for good.

We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!

But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love.