I entreat you for a respite from our usual Christian talk about how joy and happiness are different things.
Joy is possible in any circumstance, generated by intimacy with God and hope of heaven, not our earthly trappings. I fully embrace that as a central and crucial tenet of our faith. I even embrace the idea, without flinching, that God will withhold happiness if it makes us holier. That is well and truly believed on this blog.
But since I also believe that God does not exactly hate our happiness, let me share a verse from a poem that I ran across yesterday…
I asked God to give me happiness,
And God said, “No”,
He said, “I give blessings,
Happiness is up to you.”– author unknown
Wow.
Yes, I know…I took this from a larger poem containing a few other ideas that some might differ on. That’s why I only reproduced this paragraph, because…wow.
How many blessings have we received and not made the most of?
Now, I hate that the previous sentence (and others like it) tend to come across so watery, wispy, and commonplace. Sometimes a little jolt is needed to really make a thought come alive. So let me offer a question I once read, one that truly exploded my contentment and easily counts as one of the top five most mind-blowing things I’ve ever absorbed:
What if God were to announce tomorrow that he would remove from your life everything for which you failed to thank him today?
ACK.

“I haven’t given up hope, but…”
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The Neurotic Self-examination Department sent me a memo today: I haven’t been very personal on my blog lately.
There is a rhythm to our repentance and God’s grace.
It’s funny – in reading your comments, I’ve seen many of you looking forward to this part of Luke 15 as much as I. We know it by heart. Reaching verse 20 is like arriving at your favorite line in The Empire Strikes Back or hitting that favorite song in your old Newsboys album. But better. Chills of delight. (And I’m talking the Newsboys good ol’ days – Entertaining Angels at the
I have a confession to make: there have been times I’ve doubted the Prodigal’s motives when reading this piece.