The Greatest

The day you no longer burn with love
Many others will die  of the cold.

When I woke up this morning, those lines were running through my head.  They’re the only lines I can remember from a song I haven’t heard in decades.  But they relate to an incident some time ago.

I really love learning languages and use a lot of different methods. A couple of years ago, it occurred to me that another probably useful method would be to memorize scripture in the language.  I typed a list of passages and had the computer pick one at random.  But I think the Lord actually picked it:

If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.

Jesus, reduce me to love.

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