Article December 16, 1996 Issue

What true love demands of us

Christine Tomovich

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.

(I Corinthians 13:1, 2)

THESE words were carved in a honey-colored wood plaque at the front of my high-school chapel. Sitting on the long benches early each morning with my classmates, I would read them silently to myself and enjoy the sound and rhythm of the words. The message, however, sounded so absolute and frightening. It wasn't until many years later, when I clarified my concept of God, that I caught a glimpse of the true meaning behind these words.

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