Ten months of being married does not make me an expert – in fact, I feel more aware of my faults and foibles than ever, in this new and unsettling world of being seen in all of my moments.
But as I waited for my husband to come home this weekend, (see Home Alone for more on the subject) I realised that in just a few short months, he has taught me more about love than I ever could see on my own, and I am fundamentally changed by these lessons.
I was reminded tonight of that old lovin’ chapter in 1 Corinthians – you know, the one they read sonorously at weddings.
In a sentence, being married is like rocky road ice cream – bumpy and sweet.
For now, here’s the chapter, translated by Eugene Peterson:
1If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. 2If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing. 3-7If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.
Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head,
Doesn’t force itself on others,
Isn’t always “me first,”
Doesn’t fly off the handle,
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn’t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.