The 90's Version of
1 Corinthians 13
If I speak with the confidence of Rush Limbaugh and sing with
the ease of Celine Dion but don't have love, my words are like
scraping finger nails on a frozen windshield.
If I can program NASA's mainframe computer and outsmart my chemistry professor, if I can memorize the Psalms and read Leviticus without dozing, or if I can even predict the future but have not love, my value is equal to a pitcher of warm spit.
If I give my Tommy Hilfiger wardrobe to Good will and let my little sister rummage through my closet, if I go to the stake and fry as a martyr, or if I donate a gallon of blood every hour but don't have love, my offerings are useless.
Love is patient-even if it means skipping a trip to 31 Flavors in order to tutor an immigrant.
Love is kind-it doesn't stoop to Polish jokes, Whitey jibes, slanty-eye stories, or jokes about Jews.
Love does not envy the basketball team captain, the National Merit finalist, the class president, or even the blond who sports the most even tan.
Love doesn't get a swelled head over straight A's or a scholarship to Princeton. Love isn't snooty about a new Corvette or a season pass to the world's premiere ski resort. Love never jeers at the fat kid who hangs out of her T-shirt in PE.
Love smiles when getting cut off on the interstate. Love submits an honest tax return. Love doesn't whine about the referee's bad call. Love believes that God always provides the best stuff in life. Love hangs on to hope when the family is splitting apart.
Love does not change like hemlines and hairdos. Love is like the Energizer Bunny. It lasts and lasts and keeps on going.
In the end only three things will remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.