The priest wondered aloud if many people of faith could define Christian joy. That got me to thinking…and praying:
I sense the beneficent presence of the Creator of the
Universe (in my sometimes small, less than benevolent life.)
I flirt with contentment and hope - that my needs will be
met, that the glass is half-full, that there’s light at the end of the tunnel.
I have an ethereal assurance - of life after death, of a
restored planet, of God’s company.