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Archeologists working in Turkey recently discovered the remains of a home built in the first century CE. The home appears to have been occupied by the disciple Paul, author of many of the Bible’s epistles. Among the artifacts collected was an unsent letter, confirmed by theologians and Bible scholars as the original First Letter to the Corinthians written by Paul himself.

While Prof. Judith Gathercole, head of New Testament Studies at Cambridge, reported few significant differences between this newly acquired copy and later reproductions, one chapter was found to be significantly longer in the original manuscript.

1 Corinthians 13 contains the “Love is patient, love is kind” passage that is commonly read at wedding ceremonies. A beautiful and succinct description, it is often seen as a testament to the effectiveness of Paul’s direct and economic writing style. This newly discovered draft, however, shows an expanded explanation of Paul’s thoughts on love.

Here, for the first time, is the full, original draft of the iconic Bible passage:

The First Letter of Paul to the Corinthians:

Chapter 13

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered. Love is honest, love is humble.

It is not hungry. it is not itchy, it is not sticky. It does not smell like wet towels.

Love is not socks. It is not lunch. It is not bubbles. It is not couch. It is not rug. It is not the letter ‘q.’ It is not trees. It is not pie. It is not a type of hat.

It is not skateboards.

Love is not pancakes. It is not hair. It is not soot. It is not saxophone. It is not corn. It is not Korn. It is not bean bags. It is not bendy straws. It is not Hoobastank. It is not cows. It is not Gheorghe Muresan.

It is not a bag of teeth.

It is not a goat wearing a scarf. It is not a cartoon sun lowering its sunglasses and winking. It is not the opening credits of Step by Step. It is not the momma. It is not a t-shirt that says ‘pants’. It is not a group of business ladies trying to catch a floating 3 Musketeers bar. It is not a boot full of soup. It is not glasses with eyes painted on the lenses so you can sleep during class. It is not a horse sock. It is not a Dan Brown. It is not cheese. It is not an Amish neck beard. It is not a chimp wearing a robe. It is not VHS copy of Varsity Blues. It is not tapas. It is not the following types of rodents: moles, voles, marmots, rats, capybaras, squirrels, very small dogs. It is not the following types of bears: black, brown, polar, grizzly, panda, koala, Kodiak, very large dogs. It will not eat them with a fox.

It is not medium-sized dogs.

It is not spats. It is not the thing where you can fold a dollar bill and it looks like the twin towers. It is not Sinbad. It is not Flubber.

Love is warm. Love is sweet. Love is a sugary treat. Love is found in over 750 locations in over 30 countries around the world. It is wherever the familiar neon glow of the Cinnabon sign sings out to those who are hungry or bored in an airport. Whether it’s a Minibon® , Pecanbon®, bites®, or stixs®. Heck, even a regular, old Cinnabon® Classic Roll. Love is the perfect blend of cinnamon and frosting giving your tastebuds a hug. Love is http://www.cinnabon.com.

Also, love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres, etc. etc.

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Brian McGovern is a writer and comedian from Chicago. He does all the stuff to varying degrees of success. @brianmcgo.

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