This is sober joy.
Joy grounded and founded in the same place our lives stop: The Rock.
Joy is connected to death. If you do not see the beautiful bow that ties the two, then please read on to see the tree.
Joy never ceasing, joy without end, joy not dependent on a bottle of gin.
When our life ceases, when our worries have been cast, when our fears are carried away upon Christ’ back, then we may have joy. Joy never ceasing, joy without end, joy not dependent on a bottle of gin. Happiness is truly something from within. However, a false source of happiness is where our stories often end.
Be sober in mind and in heart. From this place we may start.
Be filled to the brim with everlasting waters that flow from the Rivers of Life. I hope you can see that a joy stemmed from anything else is not sustainable like a child living off candy at the mall. Even the appearance of innocence will not stop the fall. A joy stemmed from family, whiskey sours, or accomplishments is simply a joy-ride and it too will soon die. Please, do not get caught up in what people think of you. Most of the time it is not even true.
Your joy is found in losing yourself, letting go of your prideful mini-glory story glow.
This is sober joy. When we can trust and lean on Him instead of flashy and degrading whims. Your joy is worth so much more than a girl or a boy. Your joy is found in losing yourself, letting go of your prideful mini-glory story glow. For everything worldly that shimmers and shines, will one day come to ruin. Please do not let that joy simply be in your mind. Sober joy is one of a kind.
Do not imprison yourself to sadness. Do not imprison yourself to despair.
When you do everything right, from eating to sleeping to staying out of fights, and your plans fall through, remember that sober joy is still true. When you decide to shake your fist in the air pretending like you have given up and do not care, remember that bitterness is a fortress you have now begun to build. Do not imprison yourself to sadness. Do not imprison yourself to despair.
There once was a righteous creature who decided that sober joy was all a ploy like a child grown tired of the newest toy. The creature threw the gift of sober joy in the face of his Creator and like the child in the candy store at the mall he tumbled down to complete ruin in what is called The Fall. The creature lost sober joy that day and because the creature recognized the difference in it’s play, it began to seek out others joy; stealing and killing along the way.
This creature succeeded and stole the sober joy of Adam and Eve killing their perfect union with God. When I think about that relational death, life makes more sense when I sob. The story did not end there. God sent his only begotten Son, who died on a tree tying the bow between joy and death.
Jesus is the the Rock. The Rock is where my joy is grounded. The tree is how my joy was founded.
Joy is synonymous with death because it is in death with Christ that we find true rest.
This is sober joy.