Christmas
from First 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 show love to my family,
I'm just another cook.
If
I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing homes
And give all that I have to charity ,
But do not show love to my family,
It profits me nothing.
If
I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes,
Attend a myriad of holiday parties, and sing in the choir's cantata,
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 spouse.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
Love doesn't envy another's house 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, endures all things.
Love never fails.
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games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust
But the gift of love in Christ will endure.
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