In one of my conversations today I was discussing with a friend how infrequently times of a true sense of joy actually appear in our lives, and how most of the time we experience a band, plateau type of existence. After this observation was made, my friend began to speak of the last time he had experienced a true sense of God’s presence and of joy.  It had been more than a year.  As he talked about that time, which had been spent while he was alone in a foreign country, I could palpably feel the the joy of that experience return.  It was in his voice as he spoke.  As I thought about this, I began to appreciate the importance of remembering the tastes of goodness God gives us when we pay attention to his showing up in our lives.  My friend’s sense of that presence of God was sustenance to his soul–an Ebenezer, or better yet, a waybread as baked by Tolkien’s elves) that he could turn to again and again when his perseverance flagged

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