The day you no longer burn with love
Many others will die of the cold.
When I woke up this morning, those lines were running through my head. They’re the only lines I can remember from a song I haven’t heard in decades. But they relate to an incident some time ago.
I really love learning languages and use a lot of different methods. A couple of years ago, it occurred to me that another probably useful method would be to memorize scripture in the language. I typed a list of passages and had the computer pick one at random. But I think the Lord actually picked it:
If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.