If I can program NASA's mainframe computer and outsmart my chemistry professor, if I can memorize the Psalms and read Leviticus without dozing, or if I can even predict the future but have not love, my value is equal to a pitcher of warm spit. If I give my Tommy Hilfiger wardrobe to Goodwill and let my little sister rummage through my closet, if I go to the stake and fry as a martyr, or if I donate a gallon of blood every hour but don't have love, my offerings are useless. Love does not envy the basketball team captain, the National Merit finalist, the class president, or even the blonde who sports the most even tan. Love isn't snooty about a new Corvette or a season pass to the world's premiere ski resort.
Love smiles when getting cut off on the interstate.
Love submits an honest tax return. Love doesn't whine about the referee's bad call. Love believes that God always provides the best stuff in life. Love hangs on to hope when the family is splitting apart. Love does not change like hemlines and hairdos.