Love is....

I’ve recently begun to wonder, why does the section in 1 Corinthians 13 regarding love begins with the words, “Love is patient and kind.” I must have read it and said it multiple times, but the words seem to mean more these days. As we have been in India now for three months, I feel like my patience and kindness have been tested and I have not come out with flying colors. I have found that patience and kindness are lacking the most when I am surrounded by the mass seeking for my attention at the bazaar, while I am trying to figure out in my head what the conversion is, and beggars tugging at my elbow desperately hoping for some charity. My “no” becomes sharp and mean, to the point I am embarrassed by my tone of voice. Sometimes as I’m trying to get on the auto-rickshaw having patiently waited for the next one to arrive, people slowly ease themselves into my space, quickly jump in, and get a seat while I am left standing on the street. So, the next time, I make sure I spread out my arms so that no one can get through while I yell to Paul to quickly make his way over. Sometimes, it works, and other times, too late. By this time, my frustration level has shot off the top and the word kindness and patience are no where to be found. I am frustrated at Paul for not being aggressive enough, I have decided that all Indians are rude, and I’m going to give someone a piece of my mind if they push or shove me again.

Love is patient and kind....Before, I've asked the general question of "Am I loving my neighbor?" But, it's been more helpful to ask very practically, "Today, am I patient and kind?" I feel like I am at Introduction to Love 101 class, starting from its very basics—learning to be patient and kind, no matter what the circumstance is. It's easier said than done.