For the Joy
By Charles S. Rigby
Most of us feel that joy
Is birthed in the comfort zone of life.
A place where the celebration of ecstasy reigns
And life is experiencing its most buoyant moment.
But joy is not birthed in celebration
Rather in the crucible of fire and testing.
When the crushing possibility of defeat
Demands that we run the gauntlet
Of patience, pain, and adversity
We find the final outcome of truth upon our lives
As a forged ingot of pureness in accomplished love
And along the road of divine purpose
We find joy.
Joys comes as God would have it come
Not through frivolous fervor or shallow superficial thought
But through timely testing, toil, and trust.
It’s not decided by the board of directors
Or inherited in the genes.
It is not passed down through tradition
Or recreated by events of ritual
That have long since lost their reality.
Joy comes at the end of long nights of faithfulness
By people who desire
To put all things created together at the right time,
At the right place,
And for the right reasons.
In the end they experience one of God’s greatest gifts.
Joy, that fills the heart forever.