Love does not boast. When I think of boasting, I think of an arrogant narcissist. I sometimes resemble that definition. But, that isn’t exactly what the verse is pointing to. The idea herein is that of vainglory (a new word to me, but one that I like), which means “having or showing too much pride in your abilities or achievements”. Add to that, the idea of love not being proud. The Greek word there is, physioō. It means to be puffed up, to bear one’s self loftily. This falls under a broader definition, meaning to inflate, blow up, to cause to swell up. It is rooted in the context of a bellows; a device that produces a strong current of air when its sides are pressed together.
That’s interesting isn’t it?
Love isn’t full of a bunch of hot air!
Okay, that’s not what the verse it pointing to either.
Loving well means not getting an inflated ego because of loving well.
When we love well we don’t have to bring our spouses attention to where we’ve loved or served them. Ever feel inclined to do that? I sure do. I want to make darn sure Shelley knows how well I’ve loved her! So sometimes I try to point out those places – “Did you notice I unloaded the dishwasher?” “Remember, I came home early the other day so you wouldn’t have to worry about picking up our son from school.”
I notice that I am most likely to do this when I’m angling for something personally. Like when I want to get some extra time solo, or I want to go do something that will stretch how much time Shelley will have to be with our 3 boys without my help.
Another take-away: Love doesn’t use service as brownie points or leverage.
Well, crap. Here again, love doesn’t seem to be benefiting the lover, only the loved.
Let’s keep going.
Love does not, some translations say, behave unseemly or unbecomingly. This one is really difficult to unpack. The word origin casts a wide net from dealing with nakedness, shame and modesty to simply being rude or crude. Honestly, I don’t know where this one lands. So I’m going out on a limb a bit.
After researching it, what strikes me is the notion of decency and modesty. In a sense, it’s like Paul is saying that Love doesn’t make crude remarks, jokes filled with sexual innuendo, or lewd comments. Love wouldn’t behave in a way that brings disgrace or embarrassment to the person who sees or hears it. Further, Love would seek to protect against those things. Applied to loving my spouse, I wouldn’t make those types of comments to her, towards her, nor about other people. I would protect her from that stuff; including from people who might act that way and from media that would perpetuate that junk too. Have you ever noticed how casually the crude comments are used in prime time television?
Boiling it down, Love protects the virtues of decency and modesty.
Wow, how sexual integrity issues are the antithesis of love. By the very nature of the thing, I cannot love my spouse and be using pornography, visiting strip clubs, massage parlors or prostitutes. I cannot love my wife and insist she mimic what I’ve seen a mistress or the women in porn wear, do or say.
Wrapping this post up, I feel convicted, yet again. And I’m looking forward to seeing how all this ends up benefiting the lover, not just the loved one.