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 home 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
husband. Love is kind, though harried and tired. Love doesn’t envy another’s
home 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. Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf
clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will endure.
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