1 Corinthians 13
Love
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
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 have not love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,[b] but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
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.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.
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 childish ways behind me.
Now we see but a poor 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.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
It was the strangest of days.
Sat beside my estranged Husband in a Church for the funeral of our friend… and hearing the familiar words that we had last listened to together over two decades ago – at our Wedding.
I glanced up at him from the corner of my eye and he sat, staring forward stony-faced. Not a flicker of recognition.
And yet, surely, he must remember.
We chose those words together. Pored over books full of quotations and poems eulogising the glory of love as we planned for our future.
Whether he did or not, he will never admit it to me.
I suppose it is as Ruf said, that was yesterday and today is today. Men move on.
But the date was stamped on our memory for over 20 years.
So I don’t think either of us will forget what day it is.
Veronica and I chose the same passage for our wedding ceremony, almost 17 yrs ago in our case.
I agree with Ruf…..
I love that verse. I don’t know ow anyone could forget their wedding.
From a male point of view, I would guess he does remember, but keeps the stony face on to hide whatever emotions he is going through about it. That is what I do anyway. Put on the stony face, especially when in turmoil or other negative emotions.
Hey Guys, I think it’s more likely to be as SteelHorseman says. He just hides any emotion – it’s how he’s always been. So sad :(