A friend gave me a book to read. She’s halfway through it right now. I am also halfway through it.
It defines joy.
The book is called, “Spirit Rising: Tapping Into The Power of the Holy Spirit,” by Jim Cymbala. Jim Cymbala is a pastor at the Brooklyn Tabernacle Church in New York. He defines joy as different than happiness. Joy is unquenchable.
“When Christians experience joy today, it has a much more powerful impact on the world than it did decades ago. Why? Because the entitlement mentality so prevalent in our society leads many people to feel justified in their anger, “The government (or my employer, my family–someone for sure!) owes me big-time. I’m entitled because my life has been hard. You have no idea what I’ve been through.””
And he quotes John 15:11,
I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete.
I can relate to that joy of the Spirit.
Busy days and careless traffic can waylay a good mood. The spirit of joy that invades my spirit daily is the Holy Spirit. You can’t help but feel light even when a day is heavy. It doesn’t mean you won’t grieve or cry hard tears, but the joy you have in Jesus will be pervasive. Hope is always the light that leads you out of the dark tunnel.
Joy is not happiness. Joy is only from a believer. It’s different.
It’s something you can’t put your finger on or describe except you feel it is other-worldly.
Protected. Safe. Loved. Light.
Joy in spite of my circumstances.
That’s my God.