A Paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 13 

Author Unknown and altered by J. Yardy

Though in the glamour of the public eye I sway the emotions of many by my oratory, or my silver singing, or by my skillful playing, or by my winning personality, and then go home and gripe because things don’t go m way, I am become a sounding brass or a tingling cymbal. And though I am able to impress others with my vast knowledge of the deep things of the Word of God in Bible Studies and prayer groups, and though I am able to accomplish mighty things through faith so that I become famous in the church as a remover of mountains, and have not love that reads the deep longings of the hearts around the family circle, and removes the barriers that grow up in shy and tender hearts, I am nothing at all. And though in glamour of public praise I bestow my goods to feed the poor, and though I win the name and fame of the saint, yet close up like a clam at home or behave like a snapping turtle, not giving of myself in self-denying service to those nearest and dearest it profiteth me nothing. Love is not impatient, but love is kind. Love is not jealous. Love does not brag about itself and makes not parade. Love is not proud and love is never rude. Love does not seek its own way nor fights for its own rights. Love is not resentful and is not easily provoked. Love does not brood over being wronged. Love does not joy over the mistakes of others but is truly gladdened by goodness. Love suffers long and is trustful, cheerful, and patient. Home is the acid test of the truly yielded life, for in all other phases of Christian service there is a certain amount of glamour; but in the home, one is confronted with the bare facts of life, stripped of all glamour. The home is given to help every Christian not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think. And it is in the home that the christian life is “faith that worketh by love.”