December 9 – Party Prompt: Party. What social gathering rocked your socks off in 2010? Describe the people, music, food, drink, clothes, shenanigans.
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. (Except in Scrabble)
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 completeness comes, what is in part 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 (wo)man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a 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.
I talk about Winesday often, and I have written previously about the community that is Winesday…but it is also (and is perhaps primarily) an ongoing celebration. To limit the discussion of a great party to a single event or just one Winesday would be to undermine the institution that is Winesday.
It is a safe space; a wild space; a triumphant space. The place where moans and groans and triumph are all shared over the course of a single bottle of Cotes du Rhone (with more to come). It is always a beginning, never an end, and the mere fact that the celebration continues week after week after week means that my life is fuller, my heart is lighter, and my Thursday mornings are infinitely harder.