Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
OK. Let me back up a little bit. When I was a teenager, that was the reading one Sunday morning at Mass. Everyone was all smiles and lovey-dovey eyes at each other. Later that day, my Mom told me that she was always bothered by that reading. She told me that sometimes love was impatient. When you have love, you can be unkind occasionally and you will be forgiven. You will be jealous. You will get mad at each other. But yes, love will persevere.
Every time I hear that reading, or see it written in script on someone’s wall, I always stop to wonder if their relationships have always been patient, kind, if they’ve never kept a “record of wrongs.” I don’t ask, though.
This is Katherine Meyer’s version (written by me):
Love is sometimes patient, love tries to be kind.
It will envy, it will occasionally boast, it can be proud.
It wishes to never dishonor others or be self-seeking,
it will anger and – try as it might – keep a secret record of wrongs.
Through it all, love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always tries to protect, always wants to trust, still always hopes even when hopeless, and it always yearns to persevere.
Love, in it’s heart, never fails.