If
I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strings of twinkling lights, and
shiny balls, but do not show love to my family and others, I am 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 and others, I am just another cook.
If
I work at a soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home, and give all 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 crystal 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, or kiss the husband or bless the needy.
Love
is kind, though harried or tired.
Love
doesn't envy another's home that has coordinated Christmas china and table
linens.
Love
doesn't yell at the kids or other family to get out of the way, but is thankful
that they are there to get 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 and endures all things.
Love
never fails.
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