Sermon for February 14th, 2021
1 Corithians 13:1-13 (NT p.175)
1 If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant 5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; 6 it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. 7 It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. 9 For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; 10 but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end. 11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. 12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. 13 And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.
Love Is...
A frog went to see a fortune teller. He wanted to know what the future had in store for him, and whether he would ever find true love. The fortune teller, gazing deep into a crystal ball, told the frog "You are going to meet the most beautiful girl, who is going to be very interested in you. She will want to know everything about you. You'll open up to her and you will give her your heart." The frog is pleased with this, and asks "Where and when will we meet each other? On Valentine's day? On a blind date?"
"No," said the fortune teller. "You will meet on a Monday morning...in her biology class."
Today is, of course, Valentine's day--a day when people around the world celebrate romantic love. And yet, often this holiday seems to have more to do with buying things and overindulging in chocolate than in actual acts of kindness and self-sacrifice to others. Hollywood movies point to romantic love as our highest ideal, our greatest achievement, the happy ending that lasts forever...and yet over 50% of all marriages in our culture end in divorce.
We love love, but we don't really know how to find it, what to do with it, how to hold on to it, or even how to give it away. As a pastor, I've heard married couples say "I just don't love her (or him) anymore." I've heard angry teenagers say "I hate my parents!" and I've heard parents say "I love my children" but then I watch how little time they spend with them, and I wonder what love even means to us, when we can turn around and in the next breath say "I love enchiladas" or "I love shopping at the mall." Please excuse my language, but it just needs to be said: Despite our aspirations and our best attempts, we pretty much suck at love.
Fortunately for us, the Bible has a thing or two to say about love--some pointers, if you will. One of the most famous discourses on love comes from our scripture passage today: 1 Corinthians chapter 13, also known as the "love chapter." I've preached on this passage at countless weddings, but never actually on a Sunday morning, until today.
It was a busy morning, approximately 8: 30 a. m., when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00. The nurse took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. The old man looked nervously at his watch and, seeing this, the nurse decided to go ahead and evaluate his wound. While doing this, the two struck up a conversation. She asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, since he was in such a hurry. The gentleman said no, but that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
When the nurse asked about his wife's health, he told her that his wife was in otherwise good health, but was a victim of Alzheimer' s Disease. The nurse asked if his wife would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. This surprised the nurse, who said, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" The old man smiled and said to the young woman, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."
