A man has few joys in life, joy meaning the ultimate meaning of the word, so many words get used up in our overuse of talking, I can count only a few, very few. One would be “being forgiven” for a life wantonly abused in spite of my full acceptance of God’s offer of redemption, while I was yet sinning—grace is so wounding even now to a scoundrel that used up so much of it. Forgiveness is a joy. My lover is an ongoing joy. And then there is the joy of fatherhood, being given the responsibility to be a father and knowing the love of those you fathered. Fatherhood has brought great sorrow and hardship but when weighed on the scales, joy pulls the pan solidly down, a weight of joy unmatched by all the other experiences of my life save those other two. I have also been gifted to be father equally to boys and girls, two of each, and I say this because each has their amazingly different fatherly needs thereby giving me amazingly different versions of joy—again using that word specifically. I could write on, (writing can also use up words better left reserved) but when one expresses absolute truth, the less said the better; a man has few joys in life and fatherhood has been a special joy for me, a supreme knowing of gratefulness!
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| A joy day! |
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