Three of a Kind?

We were both aiming for three of a kind or a run in a single suit.
That will mean something to those who play cards...in our case, rummy...but to those who don't, it is just meaningless jargon.
So much jargon bandied about in life. Words and phrases which may be redolent with profound or prosaic meaning to those in the know but mean diddly squat to the uninitiated.
One word which has been so debased as to have surrendered nearly all its meaning is the word Love. It can be brought down to the equivalent of 'enjoy' as in 'I love tennis' or 'I love ice cream', or demeaned in relationships by applying to emotions which are physical and shallow.
The real meaning of 'love' stands the test of time. It makes it through the marsh and mud and just grows stronger. It is costly and sacrificial and beautiful.
As Paul wrote in Corinthians 13, 'love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy; it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not deligt in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.'
Love never fails. We drag each other through the bad times, party together in the good. We don't judge or hold each other's foibles against one another. We fall back, regroup, and head out again, together.
Jesus on the cross. The picture of love. Those watching on the day thought it was a picture of the failure of love.
It was just the opposite.
And by the way, they were falling for me last night. Lots of runs and three or more of a kind.