Prophecies will cease, tongues will be silent, and knowledge will pass away. Our knowledge is imperfect and our prophesying is imperfect. When the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away. When I was a child, I used to talk like a child, think like a child, reason like a child. When I became an adult, I put childish ways aside.
Love never fails.
The Word of the Lord. Thanks be to God. The Lord be with you. Then it is good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled under foot. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden.