عیدی

پسیکه در حال ورود به باغ اروس (اثر جان ویلیام واتر هاوس)

چند وقتی به دادن عیدی به سنت هرسال فکر کردم اما چیزی بنظرم نرسید. اما امروز مثل یک معجزه متنی از نامه پل مقدس به قرنتیان خواندم که زیباترین عیدی امسال است :

"If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am become sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal. And if I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And if I give all my goods to feed the poor, and if I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profiteth me nothing. Love suffers long, and is full of goodness; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not its own, is not provoked, taketh not account of evil; rejoiceth not in unrighteousness, but rejoiceth with the truth;  beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Love never fails: but whether there be prophecies, they shall be done away; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall be done away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part; but when that which is perfect is come, that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child: now that I am become a man, I have put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known. But now remains faith, hope, love, these three; and the greatest of these is love."

                                                                  -- Corinthians, 13: 1-13