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1 If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 And if I give all my possessions to feed the poor, and if I surrender my body [a]to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, 5 does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, 6 does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; 7 [b]bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails; but if there are gifts of [c]prophecy, they will be done away; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part; 10 but when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away. 11 When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I [d]became a man, I did away with childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror [e]dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. 13 But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the [f]greatest of these is love.http://youtu.be/jR7lo9ycKBA
One of … or the most provocative questions I have been asked was this : “ If you could be a Voice for one section of your community, what would you choose ?”
Before I could really speak , I was doing a little art and drama from the story books my ma read out to me, on a little island we were at, and some other equally fascinating places, exotic, dangerous. Dad was and is, a practical person with much philosophy. I lack the practical side, will rush into things with Emotional Fuel and can land in trouble, even illness, from too many tears and sorrow, or anger at some lost cause or hurt thing. There was always way too much going on, too many people upset by too many things, whom could you go and speak for > there was also, always a rascal hidden in everything. Not every Cause even, is pure or untainted…which was why I so often revert to a piece of painting. Or words. Should that stop one …
The Question followed me over the years, “ Whom would you be a Voice for, if you had the opportunity?”