J - O - Why?
I'VE GOT THE JOY, JOY, JOY, down in my heart. WHERE? How many of you remember this fun little children's song? I, for one. How many of you can sing this song now with as much enthusiasm as a roomful of squeaky clean, squirmy and ambitious, Vacation Bible School children? I can't say that I ever will again. It will never be the same. I have the Source of Joy. But it does not come naturally anymore. WHY? Sometimes, I am at the point now, when I should reply - "If you have to ask the question, then it's not worth my stress level to explain." I have the Peace of God, which brings me inner joy. Yet, it seems buried six feet underground. "Pray" - you may say - "God is a healer of all wounds." Yes, I do. "Pray more" - some may say - "it works for me!" Yes, perhaps it does. But my God is not, never has