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The journey of a girl struggling to follow God's principles in a bottom-line world.

Freitag, Dezember 10, 2004

love letter?

Good morning sweetie! How beautiful you are. How expensive you are. How much money you require from me. I escape you each night to reside with more modest inhabitants. Yet I cannot run away from you for more than a few days. You just have that sort of magnetic attraction. No, I even run to you daily. Why, beautiful, is diesel here 7 centimes more than normal gas? Why do I, oh stunning one, give in to eating a pizza for 17 euros in your presence? Love has no price. They say it must be love when you cannot live with you nor live without you. Many cannot live without you financially. You are just an intriguing one, Geneva!

posted by euphonies @ 8:33 AM  

2 Comments:

  • At 10:18:00 AM, Blogger StrangelyClear said…

    Diesel is more expensive than normal "gas" everywhere now isn't it?
    But 17 euros for a pizza does seem rather excessive :| (over 11 pounds sterling). I hope it's a BIG pizza ;)

    Love huh. Who knows what it will put up with?
    Love is patient, love is kind. ...

    SC. :)

     

  • At 2:41:00 PM, Blogger StrangelyClear said…

    Heard an excellent sermon on this today.

    If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
    Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not selfseeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

    Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

    And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.


    SC :)

     

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