It’s been a while since my last post. A lot has happened and is still happening in the world.
It’s a hectic time and one where making sense of the events of life is more challenging than ever.
And yet, in the middle of the chaos–in the middle of the anxiety, sorrow, and frustration–I still see traces of joy.
People are making an effort to remind each other that human life is something worth fighting for. They are making an effort to creatively solve the problems this crisis has raised for themselves and for others.
And it’s beautiful to witness.
People are digging deep within their hearts to spread something that can combat this vicious virus. They are spreading joy.
And joy is powerful.
Unlike happiness, joy is not dependent on circumstances. It is a choice we make to find the good in circumstances that are not good at all. It is the determination not to be defeated by the trials and disappointments of life. To rise up when we’ve been knocked down and to extend a hand to the person beside us on the ground.
It is the ability to have a positive attitude when we have every reason not to be positive.
Joy, in other words, is kind of nonsensical. In many cases, it defies reason. In fact, it may even qualify as a miracle.
Certainly, it has a miraculous effect. It gives life to lifeless seasons of living. It transforms desolate terrain into a landscape of hope, faith, and love. Hope that tomorrow will be better. Faith that our hope is not in vain. And love for each other as we walk through this journey.
Spring is on its way. Daffodils are trumpeting images of new life. As we wait in anticipation for better days, I pray that we continue to find ways to embrace joy and to let the power of hope shine new light into whatever darkness we are experiencing.
Let the miracles continue.