1 Corinthians 13 too much and poems come out

Love comes from a person


Love powers everything

Love never runs out

Love repairs

Things fail. People fail.

Love creates all. Love recreates all.

Love has never been absent, only rejected.

Store up love to give.

Store up love you receive.

But love will never run out

love will never be scarce

to the humble.

Love is abused.

Love is hated.

Love is killed.

Love always lives.

Love is starved, neglected.

Love is unfulfilled.

Love is turned away.

Love is hindered and hampered.

Love is forgotten.

Love is hidden, buried.

Love is covered, locked away.

Love is angry.

Love fights.

Love calls, beckons.

Love is lovely.

Love is precious.

Love is vulnerable.

Love is sweet, life-giving.

Love is healthy, pure.

Love is curious.

Love learns.

Love remembers.

Love cries.

Love is exquisite, sensitive.

Love is an artist.

Love is generous.

Love is jovial.

Love is melancholy.

Love is good, whole.

Love grows.

Love is new.

Love is brave.

Love is strong.

Love understands.

Love listens.

Love is dangerous.

Love takes risks.

Love follows through.

Love is inexorable.

Love is approaching.

Love breathes fire.

Love burns.

Love melts.

Love kills.

Love hates.

Love crushes.

Love reigns.

Love builds.

Love extends.

Love envisions.

Love imagines.

Love amazes.

Love breathes.

Love moves.

Love is free.

Love stoops.

Love shares.

Love procreates.

Love reproduces.

Love begets.

Love returns.

Love is united.

See The Forest And Not Only The Trees

History is important. I didn’t think so when what I learned of history were names and dates. Now, history is something more alive and thus meaningful to me. This has been recently demonstrated for me by the book of Habakkuk.

Habakkuk drills the Lord on why the wicked prosper. What a common complaint of humans, a paradox in that we betray both our pride and our like-God-ness with this appeal. But the answer he received was not the answer he wanted to receive. For the Lord told him that He Himself had His own aims in “prospering” the wicked. The Chaldeans were chosen by God to be instruments of punishment upon His people. This, however, did not exempt them from an accountability for themselves before God.

But in fact even us Westerners know, via Plato, Boethius, et al, that when the wicked man succeeds in wickedness, then he is most wretched. Experience (the guilt of the addicted, the despair of the rich) seems to bear this out as well.

The Lord is faithful. He has said He will bless those who believe He Is, and that He rewards those who seek Him. He has also said that He is sovereign, and everything works for good. He has a spotless reputation of integrity. Further, He has promised to never rest from His goodness. What more does He need to say?

So, let me, Father, when I cannot find You among the wasteland of my life; when I cannot see You among the atrocities of the events around me; when I cannot feel You in the pits I have wandered into myself; let me remember Your very-much-alive faithfulness. This is in fact what I want to do: I refuse to stress out, to dart around in panic, to wring my hands. The righteous will live by faith. Your faith is enough for me. Without condition. History will be to me a tableau of Your very character as it lives in the circumstances of human decisions. When I look to the past, Faithful. When I look up today, Faithful. When I imagine the future, Faithful.