As a reminder of last Sunday's Gospel reading:
1 Corinthians - Chapter 13
1 Though I command languages both human and angelic -- if I
speak without love, I am no more than a gong booming or a cymbal
clashing.
2 And though I have the power of prophecy, to penetrate all mysteries and knowledge, and though I have all the faith necessary to move mountains -- if I am without love, I am nothing.
3 Though I should give away to the poor all that I possess, and even give up my body to be burned -- if I am without love, it will do me no good whatever.
5 it is never rude and never seeks its own advantage, it does not take offence or store up grievances.
7 It is always ready to make allowances, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes.
8 Love never comes to an end. But if there are prophecies, they will be done away with; if tongues, they will fall silent; and if knowledge, it will be done away with.
10 but once perfection comes, all imperfect things will be done away with.
11 When I was a child, I used to talk
like a child, and see things as a child does, and think like a child;
but now that I have become an adult, I have finished with all childish
ways.
12 Now we see only reflections in a
mirror, mere riddles, but then we shall be seeing face to face. Now I
can know only imperfectly; but then I shall know just as fully as I am
myself known.
13 As it is, these remain: faith, hope and love, the three of them; and the greatest of them is love.
