1 Corinthians 13
“Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have
become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.” (Click here to read the entire chapter)
I can’t help but think of politicians when I read this first verse. Even actors and famous motivational speakers. Dare I say, famous preachers? Love has nothing to do with with what you can say to persuade, to inspire, to explain. To convince. What you say, the words from your mouth, mean nothing. Whether you are singing a song that the world sings along with you or one that praises God to the point of goose bump insanity.
Your words may inspire a generation to go to the moon. It may become the anthem for a nation. It might change one life or one million. You might be a Shakespeare. An Abraham Lincoln. Martin Luther King, Jr. Your words might be quoted by Presidents or Kings. You might be invited to open Congress, speak to the Assembly or present at the Oscars. Heads of State from around the globe might want you to come and speak. Maybe your voice is so that Pavarotti is jealous. The classics all hope you will record them. If what you emit causes repentance, tears, breathlessness. If the mobs scream and beg for more. When you read words, the minds swirl with vision. Your concerts are packed stadiums with billions watching on TV and internet. Your records stay at the top of the charts for months. When you preach, everyone is healed. When you lead worship, souls are saved and lives are forever changed.
But, your ability, however accomplished it is, is nothing but noise if love is not the focus… “crickets”