There was a man talking on the radio today. He said that he had persisted in walking away from God long enough to find joy. He was spreading his good news, the news that people walking away from God would find joy if they persisted long enough.

I have been trained to conclude that he only thinks that he has found joy. I think now that, if I spent time with him he would find that thing he calls joy, and I would understand it for something humans can have, that is not joy. Then I could unlove him and rejoice, in his face, about just how wrong he was, and just how sad his good news is.

How can he ever see the Joy of the Lord, if I am not abiding in it when he encounters me? How can he see the banquet that has been laid for him if I am not sitting at my place at the table, with my crippled feet hidden beneath, when he encounters me? It is our Father's loving kindness that will draw him. But how can he yearn for what he has no evidence of?

My King, thank you for your table. Thank you for purchasing my place at it for me. I am going to, with your help, live here.