@justinmcroberts
This might be one of the most encouraging posts I’ve written in a long time. For me at least. I hope it is for you, too.
The following passage has been increasingly on my mind and heart lately. And the more I read it, dwell on it, and try to live, the more encouraged - and convicted - I become.
Love is . . .
A modified version of 1 Corinthians 13:
If I am elegant in speech, sharing words as sweet as honey, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I have the gift of foresight and can acutely analyze all things, if I have a belief and conviction that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and endure immeasurable hardships so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in destruction but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
Convicting in that no program, gift, slogan, or initiative means anything if not driven by love.
Encouraging in that, no matter how many times an idea or an attempt to help others fails or is ill-received, if done in love, it is not wasted.
Lean on Me:
Then, this morning while greeting kiddos and jamming to The Rubberband Man Radio on Spotify (a GREAT playlist!), an old yet beautiful song played. Lean on Me, by Bill WIthers
Most Generous Thing:
About an hour later, a principal friend of mine shared this with me. It is no my new favorite question:
What’s the most generous thing you can do today?
Happy Friday!
Keep striving to do Great things and change the world! No matter what we do, if done with love and sincere compassion for others, it is never wrong. For as Allister Begg - an old favorite preacher - used to say, “It’s always right to do right, because it’s right.”
Do right. Do love.
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