Showing posts with label love never fails. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love never fails. Show all posts

Thursday, July 19, 2012

The Gospel of Love According to Kids


The Gospel of Love According to Kids



4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 8 Love never fails”….1 Corinthians 13: 4-8a



Love is patient

A little boy saw his elderly neighbor, who had recently lost his wife. The little boy saw the man crying, so he went over and sat on his lap for quite a while.

His mother later asked the little boy what he said to the elderly man.
 The little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.” 

Love is kind

“Love is when mommy gives daddy the “best” piece of chicken”


Love does not envy

“Love is when my friend had a bigger doll than me and I said,
“I like your doll”


 Love does not boast

Mommy…” You look so cute”…Child…”
 Thanks I like to look cute, but not too cute
 because it gives me a headache”


Love is not proud

“Mommy when we get home, could you smell my feet?”


Love does not dishonor others

Love is like a little old woman and a little old
 man who are still friends, even though they know each other so well.


Love is not self seeking

When my grandma got arthritis, she couldn’t bend down and
paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for heR
 all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too.


Love is not easily angered

Love happens when you want to punch someone
 in the face, but then you turn around and run the other way


Love keeps no record of wrongs

if you want to learn about love better,
 you should start with a friend who you don’t like to play
 with too much, even though they kept cheating
 at the game you were playing


Love does not delight in evil

Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad
but you don’t yell at them because you know that it would hurt them


Love rejoices with the truth

Mommy…” What do you want to eat today?”…Child “Candy”


Love always protects

When mommy makes daddy a cup of coffee,
she always sips it first. She wants to make sure it
 tastes good and isn’t too hot


Love always trusts

When someone loves you, the way they say your
 name is different. You know that your name is safe on their lips


Love always hopes

When you love someone, your eyelashes go up
 and down and little stars come out of you.


Love always perseveres
Love is like an avalanche, where you have to run for your life.


Love never fails

During my recital, I was on stage. I was scared. I looked out at all the people
watching me.Then I saw my daddy waving and smiling.
 He was the only one doing that and I wasn’t scared anymore.

Lord, let us come to you as little children, seeing the world with innocence. In addition , that we would believe Your Love without doubt or analyzing or rejecting or any of the other crazy thing we do to keep Your love at bay.

As our ABBA, I know that would put a big smile on Your face. I could even picture You saying to the angels…” They get it!...They FINALLY get it!”

Linda Maynard

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Show Me Someone Who Has Shown Love to Me…



If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.  If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

 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. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.  For we know in part and we prophesy in part,  but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.  When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.  For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13

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I can see a myriad of faces, when I think of the people who have influenced me and my walk with the Lord. I considered doing a composite, but I thought no, I want to highlight one person. She’s a lover.  Her name is Sister Mary Liguori and she was my 5th and 6th Grade Teacher at Holy Cross School, in New Britain, CT.

 She came into my life, at a key moment, when circumstances were such, that I sorely needed a positive influence, in my life.

Haven’t you found that the Lord seems to send people into your life that are tailor made for the needs you are having at that time?

I know sometimes it has been fashionable to give nuns a bad rap. I guess like regular teachers, you can have bad eggs but she stood out, in a positive way. Her calling was that of a nun. But she was an influential teacher and a woman to exemplify excellence. Where she shined the brightest, was as a follower of Jesus Christ.  Her influence on me was so great, that I even considered joining the convent.

I wanted to be like her…compassionate and kind... someone who was accepting and encouraging to her students…someone who could see promise in others…someone who loved creative expression …someone who wanted to serve the Lord with everything that was within her… someone who loved the Lord with her whole heart and soul.

As I am such a lover of all things creative, it was attracting to see her ideas in the arts. She was the first person to recognize that I had some talent in that area.

The other highlight for me was being chosen to be part of a team that cleaned the Church. There were 3 nuns (which included Sister Liguori), myself and a fellow classmate named John. It was amazing to be trusted with this job. Again, it was at such a key time for me to have approval from elders.

We polished the Communion Rail. (The smell of lemon oil brings back pleasant memories.) … buffed  the floors in the Sanctuary... poured the water and wine for church services. We laid out the priest’s vestments I think the only thing we didn’t do, was to change the altar cloth.

Holy Cross Church was huge. There were two levels…an upper level that held High Mass and a lower level that held the Children’s Services.  One day, John and I were assigned to finish our work downstairs. I decided to scare him. It was dark. Candles gave a subtle light. I hid in back of the altar behind of a curtain. When I sensed John passing by, I stuck the arm of a damaged statue into his path. Mission accomplished! He hightailed up the stairs. You could say he ran in holy terror!

 I remember that nuns wore a ring, which symbolized their marriage to God. I didn’t realize it then, but now I know that I too am part of the Bride of Christ.

Sister Liguori showed me how to live by faith hope and love…

…and the greatest of these was LOVE.  


Note: I had an idea to see if I could find out any information about her. I sent an email yesterday to the place that I remembered as her Headquarters. Surprisingly, I got a quick answer. The nun who answered my email talked to Sister Liguori.  She could still picture my little face. What???  She was alive??? She still remembered me??? I was so amazed that I not only found out about her…but I found her! I called her last night.  We had a wonderful conversation! She is 83, still actively serving the Lord in multiple ways, as a volunteer. God knew, once again, that I needed a touch of His miraculous hand. Perhaps, Sister Liguori needed to hear from me too.

by Linda Maynard