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🛋️ A Susan & Oishi Bible Study (1 Corinthians 13:4–7)

It was a Sunday afternoon.
Rain outside. Siopao inside.
And the living room smelled like shampoo, soy sauce, and spiritual awakening.

Oishi and I were hosting Bible study again — I say “we,” but between you and me, he’s the holy one. I just make snacks and dramatic confessions.

This week’s topic?
“What is love?”
Which I assumed would be a casual chat over cupcakes — not a divine ambush on my character development.

Brenda opened her Bible.
Yohanes brought popcorn.
And me? I brought my best behavior.
(That lasted 6 minutes.)

Still… I have to admit…
I like hosting Bible study now.
Don’t tell the Lord, but I think He’s… smoothing my rough edges.
Like a cheese grater.
But for the soul.

Love is patient.

🔹 Snapshot:
Brenda: “You’re singing in your goat voice.”
Susan: “And yet… Oishi stays.”
Oishi: “That’s love. That’s patience.”

🔸 Soul Note:
Love is patient — like a mother whose toddler just broke her favorite mug but still gets a hug.
Like a friend who listens when your story takes 47 detours.
Like a God who waits while you’re still learning to trust Him.

Love is kind.

🧡 Snapshot:
Susan: “For me?”
Boyo: “It’s the last one.”
Oishi: “He give food. Marry him.”

🧠 Soul Note:
Love is kind — like when someone offers you the last siopao without a second thought.
But it’s also kind when your coworker gently corrects your mistake without shaming you.
Kindness is not just warm—it’s wise. It knows when to offer comfort and when to speak truth softly.
Like Jesus, who welcomed the outcasts, washed the feet of His friends, and restored dignity with a word. He never humiliated, only healed.

Love does not envy.

🔹 Snapshot:
Susan (grumbling): “She probably doesn’t even eat carbs.”
Oishi (deadpan): “Love no envy. But Sus do.”

🔸 Soul Note:
Love celebrates — even when it’s not your turn.
Like when two friends apply for the same role, and one gets the position.
Love is the one who didn’t get it… but still claps the loudest.
It’s trusting that what’s for you won’t pass you by.
It’s knowing that comparison kills joy, but celebration multiplies it.

Love does not boast. Love is not proud.

🟤 Snapshot:
Susan: “It’s just a siopao. No big deal.”
Oishi: “She skipped lunch to give that away. No one saw. I did.”

🧡 Soul Note:
Real love doesn’t need an audience.
It shows up when the camera isn’t rolling.
It’s the quiet kind — the one that pays someone’s tuition, feeds a stranger, or forgives without needing a follow-up post.
Love doesn’t broadcast kindness to boost its ego.
It just does — because that’s what love would do.

Love does not dishonor others

📸 Snapshot:
Susan: “I’m not gossiping.”
Brenda: “You literally whispered and said, ‘Don’t react, but…’”
Oishi: [holds sign] “Love does not dishonor others. Unlike this table.”

🍂 Soul Note:
Dishonor doesn’t always shout — sometimes, it hides in the small jabs.
In mocking someone’s cooking.
In rolling eyes at someone’s work.
In reducing their story to a punchline.
Love doesn’t strip dignity — it covers it.
It sees the effort behind the awkward presentation and chooses grace.
Because love doesn’t humiliate.
Love honors — even when no one else does.

Love is not self-seeking

📸 Snapshot:
Brenda: [yawns]
Susan: [slides the siopao] “You look like you haven’t eaten since last week’s WiFi outage.”
Oishi: observes silently, notebook open: “Susan – 1, Hunger – 0”

🌾 Soul Note:
Love is not self-seeking.
It shows up not just in grand gestures, but in quiet surrender of comfort —
When you offer your seat to a stranger whose legs are more tired than your entitlement.
When you take the smaller piece of cake.
When you let someone else go first —
even if you’ve been waiting too.
It’s when you could claim the spotlight, but choose to lift someone else instead.
Because love doesn’t demand center stage.
It’s content with the back row if it means someone else gets to rest.

Love is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs.

🔹 Snapshot:
Dinah: “You ate my donut again?! That had my initials!”
Philip: calmly holds a ‘Sorry’ mug
Susan (muttering): “I told you to use invisible ink.”
Oishi (deadpan): “0 Days Since Dinah Drama.”

🔸 Soul Note:
Love doesn’t keep score.
Even when someone eats your lunch. Again.
Even when the apology is on a mug, not from the heart.
Love chooses peace over pettiness, even if your inner scoreboard is glowing red.

🟤 Susan’s Commentary (a.k.a. emotional meteorology):
“If I were God, with the way we act? I’d throw a meteor at Earth every 30 minutes. Like clockwork.
But He doesn’t.
Because…“The Lord is compassionate and gracious,
    slow to anger, abounding in love”
— Psalm 103:8, proudly retold by Susan after skipping breakfast

 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth

🟤 Scene
“Love doesn’t clap for karma.”

🛋️ Panel Breakdown:
Susan’s on the couch, clutching her phone like it just served her favorite dish — gossip.
She just found out that someone she can’t stand got offloaded from a flight. Her smirk is instant. Victory sip pending.

But the moment doesn’t last.
Oishi looks at her. Not with judgment — just that quiet, philosopher stare that says, “And then what?”

And something shifts.
Susan puts the phone down. Her grin fades. There’s a pause.
She remembers: Love does not delight in evil… but rejoices with the truth.
(1 Corinthians 13:6)

📖 Soul Note
Real love doesn’t get high on someone else’s downfall.
It doesn’t pop popcorn when people fall.
It prays, exhales, and chooses the higher road — even if it’s uphill.
But it does rejoice when truth shows up.
When grace wins.
When healing begins.
When someone takes the hard step toward what’s right — even if it’s messy.

Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres

📖 Soulnote

Love isn’t just sweet moments and sunny days.
It’s sharing umbrellas when the storm hits.
It’s trusting again after disappointment.
It’s holding on to hope when things feel uncertain.
And it’s staying — especially when it’s easier to walk away.

Because real love… shows up.
In the rain. In the waiting. In the mess.
Not perfect. But present.
Always.

🐾 Oishi’s Commentary:
In case you’re wondering why Susan isn’t in this photo…
Let’s just say she’s waiting for someone with a pilot’s license, a prayer life, and a jawline that can part seas.
She says it’s “standards.”
I say it’s selective delusion with snacks.

Either way, she’s thriving.
Alone. But thriving.

✍️ Writer’s Note

When I was younger, I thought love was just for husbands and wives — rom-com stuff. Candlelight and couple shirts.
But the more I live, the more I see it’s deeper than that.

Love is how parents sacrifice for their kids.
It’s how friends check in when you’re falling apart quietly.
It’s choosing kindness with your neighbor… even when they vacuum at 6 a.m.
Or worse — sing karaoke at 2 a.m. like they’re auditioning for heaven.

And yes — it’s that very uncomfortable, gospel-level command: Love your enemies.

Hard pill to swallow? Try loving someone who tests your patience like it’s their spiritual gift.

Sometimes, it hurts — especially when you don’t receive the same love you gave.
But when I feel unseen, unloved, or overlooked, I remember this:

God loved us first.
And He proved it — not with chocolates or flowers —
but by giving Jesus, so we could have eternal life.

That’s not just love. That’s divine stubbornness.
The kind that doesn’t give up.
The kind we’re called to learn.

—Ember 🔥🐾