The Love Chapter Reimagined

Though I speak with the tongues of the Authorized Version and the Puritans, but have not love, I have become evangelical pop-worship or a church drum solo. And though I own the works of John Owen, including Hebrews, and understand all mysteries of the nuances between Gillespie and Rutherford, and though I have Covenanter convictions, so that I could admonish the magistrate, but have not love, I am nothing.

And though I bestow all time to anti-Christmas and pro-common cup, and though I give my self primarily to the study of head coverings, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

Love suffers long and is kind
Love does not envy
Love does not parade itself
is not puffed up
does not behave rudely
does not seek its own
is not provoked
thinks no evil
does not rejoice in iniquity
but rejoices in the truth
bears all things
believes all things
hopes all things
endures all things.
Love never fails.

But whether there are micro-presbyteries, they will fail; whether there are RPW debates, they will cease; whether there are niche preachers, they will vanish away. For we confess in part and we proclaim in part. But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

When I was cage stage, I spoke as a—well, you know; I understood all—or I thought that I did. But when I became mature, I put away cagey things. For now we see confessionalism, dimly, but then with a fulness. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.