Like a brilliant golden thread, joy weaves in and out of our lives. It weaves through the bright days—the orange and yellow moments. The poppy-red delights. The verdant, green, fresh-growth days.
It weaves through the gray days—the blah-blah, mundane moments.
And it even weaves through the dark. Through indigo grief. Through rusted, worn-out umber seasons. Through thunderous, slate gray periods of anger or bitterness. Through jet black discouragement, heavy-weighted with a sense of hopelessness.
A shock of brilliant joy dances through it all. Woven in and out.
Because, for the Christian, joy has a name.
And he has other names too.
“I am the bread of life” (John 6:35).
“I am the way and the truth and the life” (John 14:6).
“Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me . . . rivers of living water will flow within them” (John 7:37-38).
“I am the resurrection and the life” (John 11:25).
“I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full” (John 10:10).
We can choose joy in our life when we purposefully cultivate habits of worship, of gratitude, of intimacy with God. But we cannot manufacture joy. It’s more than a feeling or a state of mind. Continue reading









