Unspeakable joy
A few weeks ago, I preached on “unspeakable joy” and how this joy is given to us permanently (see link below). It did not take long for that joy to dissipate, and I felt like a hypocrite. I had to re-preach the message to myself time and again to recapture that joy, according to how I was feeling at that time. It did not take major events for this to happen. The death of a few fish I had carefully cared for in a tub. A flowering plant that I had nurtured but refused to produce any flowers. A loved one passing away at 94 years of age. A poor response to one of my writings. A scratch on the car. I wondered, why? Each of these had upsides too, but I was feeling a sense of lost joy. The fish that had died had given birth to many, and there were young ones around. The plant had one bud which could become future hope. My aunt had lived a full life, contributing to many others - it should have been a celebration. My unnoticed writing was on a “specific topic”, and only a niche re...