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Jan. 22nd, 2007 08:45 amWell I'd lay odds that the little queen has strep. She's running a fever this morning and clearly in a lot of pain so I've given what drugs I have on hand and sent her back to bed. Tomas is going to call and plead with them to call us in an antibiotic. I had strep last week and she's following the same course apparently. Poor girl. I suppose this means Rhiannon will get it too though there have been many times when Isadora has been sick and Rhiannon has not caught it. Remarkable since they often sleep side by side in Rhiannon's bed together, usually with Isadora's arm flung across her sisters face. I'll have to make her some soup for lunch.
Moving on to a completely different topic. I've had the passage about love from 1 Corinthians 13 running through my head the past couple of days. I'm not entirely sure why. It was one of my favorites back when I was a kid. I wonder about it now. This was a letter to a church, right? So he's likely talking about love in a larger sense, love of one another, compassion. I wonder how it would fit down into modern personal relationships because looking at it now it certainly doesn't seem like what we call love. I don't know.
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, 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.
Moving on to a completely different topic. I've had the passage about love from 1 Corinthians 13 running through my head the past couple of days. I'm not entirely sure why. It was one of my favorites back when I was a kid. I wonder about it now. This was a letter to a church, right? So he's likely talking about love in a larger sense, love of one another, compassion. I wonder how it would fit down into modern personal relationships because looking at it now it certainly doesn't seem like what we call love. I don't know.
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, 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.
