If we do not have love, we are NOTHING -- just an empty shell, a rattling skeleton: love of God, love of Christ, love of the Brotherhood, love of mankind, love of every vital, living blade of grass in God's glorious Creation, so full of endless marvels of beauty and design. And love of Truth, of Beauty, of Holiness, Purity, Goodness, Nobility, Unselfishness: love of the bottomless richness of the treasures of the Word. Love scorns to descend to petty criticism and shallow victories, even in the cause of Truth. Love grieves at sin, strives for good, yearns for universal happiness and blessing. Love is life. Love is always busy, always building, always working and praying for good. Love is compassionate, and patient, and understanding of weakness. But it does not condone, or belittle, or pamper sin and error, any more than a sensible doctor belittles or pampers corruption and infection. He fights it vigorously, and often violently, though an ignorant bystander might think him extreme and harsh. Love discharges its unpleasant duty toward sin and error faithfully and resolutely, though very carefully and self-searchingly and prayerfully -- ever conscious of its own weakness and limitation and need.