1 Corinthians
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Love is general and can be godly or even worldly (like the love of money 1 Timothy 6:10).
But Charity is specific, in that it is only godly. The love of God in the renewed mind of the believer manifested.
God bless you.
AMEN. THAT SUMS IT ALL UP. TRUE REPENTANCE AND ACCEPTING CHRIST SACRIFICIAL LOVE ON CALVARY IS WHAT'S REQUIRED. PAUL SAYS LET EVERY MEN BE WRONG AND GOD'S WORD BE RIGHT. NOW WE SEE THINGS DARKLY THRU THE GLASS, BUT THEN FACE-TO-FACE, WE SHALL BEHOLD HOLD HIM CHRIST THE LORD. IT GIVES ME REAL JOY HAVING TO KNOW CHRIST. THE ONLY REASON I LIVE IS TO WORSHIP HIM. GOD BLESS SAINTS!
Hear ( Mt 7:24), believe ( Jn 8:24) repent ( Lk 13:3,5) confess ( Acts 8:37) and be baptized for the remission of your sins, ( Acts 2:38, 8:12, acts 22:16)
Love fulfilled the law?
When real, perfect love, the love of the Father for us through Christ is shown in ours lives anything fake, unreal is done away with.
I know it is simplistic but...
"So that ye come behind in no gift; waiting for the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ"
What is love?
Years ago, I had a friend and it was common among us both to walk to each others houses - daily.
Sometimes I would go to her house and knock on the door. Someone would answer the door, usually the grandmother or the mother, and I would ask could my friend play. They would open the door and let me in. On occasions, they would be seated at the table eating a meal. As I would walk in they would ask me would I like to eat with them. I would tell them "thank you, but I'll wait outside or I'll come back later." They would say "no, come on in." I would then make my way to sit in the living room adjoining the dining room.
The father would then ask me if I wanted to go to the land with them. (They had land where he had made a lake. They had a lakehouse, and golf carts we could ride around the lake. We swam and fished and just ran around.) I would say, "Yes." He would then say, "If you going with us, you need to get up to this table and eat, no one gets to go unless they eat." I got up to the table and ate.
At the land, I remember he once told me he would pay me $5.00 an hour to pick up potatoes. At the time, $5.00 and hour was way more than minimum wage (as I later learned).
He had a tractor and plowed a certain area. We went behind the tractor - I never saw so many potatoes. We picked them all up. I remember the feeling of joy and pride when we got to the end of the area and there were no more potatoes - until I saw him coming again with the tractor. He plowed the area again, and there were more potatoes! We picked the field again.
I remember us sitting all together shelling butterbeans - until my finger was worn.
On the way home, he would stop at a little country store and buy us all a candy bar and a soda.
They had a large house, but it did not feel like a museum. We played pool and ping pong and went to the farm and rode ponies.
I remember the house and the things, but without love, these things would become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
"Love suffereth long, and is kind...vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up..."
I remember love.