You are the shade in the heat, You are shelter in the cold, You are eyes to the blind, You are a staff to the pilgrim, You are an island in the sea, You are a stronghold upon land, You are healing to the sick. You are the luck of every joy, You are the light of the sun’s beam, You are the door of lordly welcome, You are the pole star of guidance, You are the step of the roe of the height, You are the step of the white-faced mare, You are the grace of the swimming swan, You are the jewel in each mystery.
– Gaelic prayer
Someone once pointed out that the word ‘love’ could be replaced with Christ every time it is mentioned in 1 Corinthians 13. That someone was correct:
The Way of Christ
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not Christ, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 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 have not Christ, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not Christ, I gain nothing.
Christ is patient and kind; Christ does not envy or boast; He is not arrogant or rude. He does not insist on his own way; He is not irritable or resentful; He does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Christ bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Christ never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away…
So now faith, hope, and Christ abide, these three; but the greatest of these is Christ.