FIRST CORINTHIANS 13: THE CAREGIVER'S VERSION
Though I speak with the comforting tongue of a mother (with all the right words in the sweetest tones) and though I can sing like an angel (on pitch) the finest lullabies (guaranteed to comfort the crankiest baby), but have not love, I am a raucous noise in tis peaceful place (irriating babies, creating frustration and drawing attention to myself). And though I may have the gift of prophecy (singing doctrinally correct blessings over the babies), and can fathom all mysteries (even why the Hurley baby cries so) and all knowledge (having two degrees in early childhood studies), and have a faith so that I can even move mountains (mountains of unwilling adults, that is, into nursery volunteerism), but have not love, (even with all of my gifts) I am nothing.
Love is patient (it doesn't sigh or become tense); Love is kind (it stays relaxed when a baby spits up all over). Love does not envy (not even the people who are right this minute on the platform in the sanctuary, fully appreciated for their moving musical performances or their insightful words). Love does not boast (not even over seminars attended or dgrees earned); it is not proud (not even of sensitivity to children gained by years of experience). It is not rude (ignoring babies or their sometimes irritatingly anxious parents); it is not self-seeking (not even for little appreciation for such a demanding ministry). It is not easily angered (not even by that difficult child or his/her parents who seem to present a new problem with every appearance); it keeps no record of wrongs (no matter how hard that little one may make it!). (Itmay, however, keep good records of diaper changes and feedings, of new discoveries and happy times, because) love does not delight in eveil (though I may want to gossip about some mothers) but rejoices with the truth (God loves even the most finicky mom and her colicky baby).
Love always protects (a copy of our safety policy is available), always trusts (I will rock you yet a little longer; if Jesus were here, If Jesus were here , He'd keep on rocking), always hopes (Memory will be back!), always perseveres ( I will keep loving you, even though you 've bitten me three times). Love never fails (I wil love you, most difficult one and your difficult parents, too).
Love is patient (it doesn't sigh or become tense); Love is kind (it stays relaxed when a baby spits up all over). Love does not envy (not even the people who are right this minute on the platform in the sanctuary, fully appreciated for their moving musical performances or their insightful words). Love does not boast (not even over seminars attended or dgrees earned); it is not proud (not even of sensitivity to children gained by years of experience). It is not rude (ignoring babies or their sometimes irritatingly anxious parents); it is not self-seeking (not even for little appreciation for such a demanding ministry). It is not easily angered (not even by that difficult child or his/her parents who seem to present a new problem with every appearance); it keeps no record of wrongs (no matter how hard that little one may make it!). (Itmay, however, keep good records of diaper changes and feedings, of new discoveries and happy times, because) love does not delight in eveil (though I may want to gossip about some mothers) but rejoices with the truth (God loves even the most finicky mom and her colicky baby).
Love always protects (a copy of our safety policy is available), always trusts (I will rock you yet a little longer; if Jesus were here, If Jesus were here , He'd keep on rocking), always hopes (Memory will be back!), always perseveres ( I will keep loving you, even though you 've bitten me three times). Love never fails (I wil love you, most difficult one and your difficult parents, too).
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