If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of
twinkling lights, and shiny glass
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.
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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