Crashbox

Someday I would like to write about joy. I want to put words, feeble as they would be, to those times in life when Christ reaches down and fills you with grace, overflows your cup with the indescribable beauty and unspeakable wonder of His love. When all the dark thoughts that have been harbored in this selfish heart, all the agonies of indecision and doubt are washed clean in His blood and you comprehend nothing but His goodness. When you are beyond even clamoring that you are unworthy, and simply accept His offer to follow Him. When the only utterable name is that of the Christ, 'Jesus'. The mystery of mysteries: that such a gift as life, such hope as humility, can visit a mere fallen man...I would like to write about that...