Gongs and Cymbals

This verse flew into my head and smacked me the other day:

"If I speak in the tongues of men and angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal." I Corinthians 13:1

It struck me in the middle of being impatient with someone in my family. To be honest I can't remember who it was. I'm not why it struck me so strongly. I know I was preoccupied but I'm not sure if it was with a good writing idea or trying to figure out how to kill the roaches in the garage. All I know is that something stopped me dead in my tracks.

If I write something really good, and snap at my husband while I am mulling over ideas, I am a resounding gong. If I am cooking dinner for company and brush my children aside, I am a clanging cymbal. Creativity and art and worship and writing and anything else are worthless if I do not have love in me that comes pouring out for others.

To be honest I am a bit sad today about the state of things. I have been reading blogs quite a bit, and while some are inspiring and challenging, there are also lots of stinging, harsh things being said, some in the name of Christ. There is a young woman dying in Florida while the whole world seems to be divided on her plight. Everyone cares about their rights, but what of her soul? There are countless more families today burying their loved ones even while living in a state of constant panic that there will be another earthquake, another wave.

I don't have all the answers. I don't know if I have ANY. I do know that I am going to pray for love to come out of me today. I'm really not in the mood for gongs.

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