“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.” ~ Abraham Lincoln
I spent the day hanging out with my sister Piglet who like me, took the day off. It reminded me of when I was in college when my Wednesdays were free from classes. It's funny how we can't seem to savor how wonderful little things like those are until we no longer have those middle-of-the-week Ferris Bueller days off.
Went to Mass at 12noon with Piglet and the priest had a great homily. He reminded us to live our faith. He said that no matter if you go to Mass everyday, pray the rosary incessantly, and go to confession every chance you get, if the way you live your life doesn't show that you are giving your best to love the Lord with all your heart, might, soul and strength and your neighbor as yourself, then we are not living out our faith. Then he suggested that we use 1 Corinthians 13 as our check list in making sure we are keeping our eye on the goal. That we are living and loving the best way we know how.
So I thought I'd write it down here, as a reminder to me. To live not in vain. To waste not the moments. To fill my days with purpose and to speak eloquently of my faith not in words, but in action.
The Way of Love
If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God's Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, "Jump," and it jumps, but I don't love, I'm nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don't love, I've gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love.
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.
Love doesn't strut,
Doesn't have a swelled head,
Doesn't force itself on others,
Isn't always "me first,"
Doesn't fly off the handle,
Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn't revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
Love never dies. 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.
PS - Thank you for remembering my birthday. I realize once again that my treasure in life is in the people He sent to me, the hearts He sent me to.
(Photo credit: jwlphotography)
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