Love Is Patient. I Was Raised In A Highly Religious Family.

1022 WordsJan 30, 20175 Pages
Love is Patient I was raised in a highly religious family. I have attended church every Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night since the Sunday after I was born. I was always taught that faith, hope, and love were the three cardinal virtues of my entire life. In 1 Corinthians 13:4-8, we are told, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, 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;…show more content…
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