If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 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 do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 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. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 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 the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a 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.
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
True love is a sacred flame
That burns eternally,
And none can dim its special glow
Or change its destiny.
And true love holds with gentle hands
The hearts that it entwines.
– Helen Steiner Rice
OUR Father knows what things we need
Each step along the way,
His eye of love doth never sleep,—
He watches night and day.
He knows sometimes, like ripening grain,
We need the sunshine bright,
Again He sends the peace that comes
With shadows of the night.
Sometimes our pride would fain unfurl
Ambition’s flaunting sail,—
Ah! then He knows we need to walk
Sometimes He takes our eager hands
And folds them on our breast,
He gently lays our work aside,—
He knows we need to rest.
Sometimes we need companionship,
Sometimes, “the wilderness,”—
How sweet to feel He’ll know and give
The state that most will bless!
Then let us leave it all with Him.
Assured that, come what may,
Our father knows just what we need.
Upon our pilgrim-way.
But when you pray, go away by yourself, shut the door behind you, and pray to your Father in private. Then your Father, who sees everything, will reward you. “When you pray, don’t babble on and on as people of other religions do. They think their prayers are answered merely by repeating their words again and again. Don’t be like them, for your Father knows exactly what you need even before you ask him!
Is to trust that miracles happen,
and dreams really do come true.
To believe is to see angels
dancing among the clouds,
To know the wonder of a stardust sky
and the wisdom of the man in the moon.
To believe is to know the value of a nurturing heart,
The innocence of a child’s eyes
and the beauty of an aging hand,
for it is through their teachings we learn to love.
To believe is to find the strength
and courage that lies within us
When it’s time to pick up
the pieces and begin again.
To believe is to know
we are not alone,
That life is a gift
and this is our time to cherish it.
To believe is to know
that wonderful surprises are just
waiting to happen,
And all our hopes and dreams are within reach.
If only we believe.
B. J. Mortbitzer
LORD Almighty, how happy are those who trust in you! Psalm 84: 12 GNB
I DO not ask, dear Lord, that life may be
A pleasant road;
I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me
Aught of its load;
I do not ask that flowers should always spring
Beneath my feet;
I know too well the poison and the sting
Of things too sweet.
For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead:
Lead me aright,
Tho’ strength should falter, and tho’ heart should
Through peace to light.
I do not ask, dear Lord, that Thou shouldst shed
Full radiance here;
Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread
Without a fear;
I do not ask my cross to understand,
My way to see;
Better, in darkness, just to feel Thy hand,
And follow Thee.
Joy is like restless day, but peace Divine
Like quiet night;
Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine,
Through peace to light.
For friendships last a life time
When built on Jesus Christ,
Throughout each different season,
We find we are in life
Friends are there through times of grief
And times when hope is gone,
Always there with encouragement
So we can carry on
So thank the Lord for giving you
A true and faithful friend,
To laugh with you, and cry with you,
On whom you can depend
For friends will stay no matter what,
Giving you support
And together your hearts truly unite
With the love of the Lord.
M. S. Lowndes
A home made from love
Is what God intends
Filled with all of our family
Love is not blind nor pretends.
The recipe is simple
The ingredients are clear
Keeping God close is essential
For love to be near.
Start with some laughter,
Don’t forget to pray,
Mix in a few smiles
And God will make clear the way.
THE twilight hour, when all the world doth dream,
I stand amid
The ripening grain, the ripples, like the bosom of
Beneath the evening breeze. I pluck, and idly hold
My hand, one golden ear, the while in swift succession
Strange visions of the olden time: I see a threshing-
The wheat by wooden flail bereft of chaff and shining
The scene is changed: I see a woman grinding at
Between the upper and the nether stones the grain is
Until no semblance of its former state remains, but
Is merged into one common whole,—a coarse and
Another picture,—mixed with water and with salt
Or flattened cake, is formed and laid upon the glow-
And as I gaze my thoughts are lifted to a higher
I see “the members of His body,” like the golden
Denuded of their glittering robes of earthly pride and
The upper and the nether stones of life’s vicissitudes
Are slowly, surely, grinding rich and poor, the high,
Into one common-union,—heart and mind, and zeal
With purifying salt, life-giving water of the Word,
The mass is being drawn and held and moulded in
Ah, then, beloved, when we drink of that memorial
And eat the symbol of His flesh, let us partake with
Nor marvel if we need that strange, transforming
power of fire,
Ere we are counted worthy to be like our Lord and
And “broken” that a hungry, fainting, dying world