The Bible is not a dead book. The breath of God is alive and well within it. That indwelling—the Spirit of love—converses with the voice of every age. Of the Christian, it asks, Are you what a humble, merciful person looks like in such a time and place? Of the nation, Is this how a patient, generous, redemptive police force, school system, or society manifests itself? In each era, the dialogue and the answers it yields are different and the same, all at once. What might that conversation sound like if Paul could pen 1 Corinthians 13 for this American moment? To my mind, it would sound something like this: You have heard it said that if I speak in the tongues of men—whether speaking Spanish, English, or some other language—or even if I speak as the angels, if I have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. You have heard that if I have prophetic powers and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith so as to remove mountains, if I have not love, I am nothing. It is true. It makes no difference how smart I am, how big my house is, what job title I have, or how much I earn; if I have not love, I deserve . . . . . . So, faith, hope, and love abide. The faith of Abraham, the hope of Christ, and the love of the Spirit, these three abide. But the greatest of these—the beginning, middle, and end of the journey—resides in love.
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Excerpt 1 from Love: The Foundation (Introduction)
In 2002, I visited Maine to see Gregg, my college roommate, and his young family. At the Naval Academy, Gregg and I made strange bedfellows:
Excerpt 2 from Love: The Foundation (The Problem)
I had just finished reading the Scriptures before the congregation. Now, it was time to pass the peace. As I reached out my hand to
Excerpt 3 from Love: The Foundation (Epiphany and Transformation)
In the aftermath of my conversation with Gregg, I wondered if wise-love was just a concept I had made up in the moment to try