I was reading it in Afrikaans and translating it directly, with the hope of getting a fresh perspective based on the different vocabulary words. I got more than I bargained for. Somewhere in the middle of reading I got this crazy idea to put my name in the text every time it said "love" or "it"-
Anna is patient. Anna is kind. She does not envy, does not boast, is not proud. Anna keeps no record of wrongs. She covers a multitude of sins. Anna bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.I couldn't finish the chapter. I put the Bible down and wept. I miss the mark so many times. I have only to look at my family and think of how often I've pointed out their mistakes, become frustrated, or generally done the opposite of what Love would do. And that's just my family!
For three days now I keep trying to get through this passage, inserting my name where it says "love," and each time I end up having to put the book down to go fetch a tissue. I don't write this because I'm having a pity party or feeling depressed about my shortcomings; on the contrary! I'm writing about it because I feel a genuine remorse. There is a breaking of my heart, a softening, a desire to grow and become more like Love - seeking to honour others more and seeking my own agenda less. Maybe I'll never get through the passage without crying; that's not necessarily a bad thing. As long as I'm living there is always room to grow, become, and enlarge my capacity to love.