Wait, what did you just say?
Let me clear my ears for a second here, because it almost sounded like you said, “I find a lot of joy in sewing.”
And that can’t be right. Get behind me satan, get behind me. Sure, I like surging and pinking shears as much as the next person. Etsy is some sort of fantastic colored wonderland. But I can’t believe you used the j word in regard to sewing.
Every Christian knows that only God can provide true joy. The world can make you happy. The things of this world can make you gleeful. You can LOL all day at people and places and videos of kittens chasing laser beams (they think they’re going to catch them!) but I’m not going to stand here and let you flippantly use the word “joy” to describe something that is not God.
I don’t even use the word “enjoy” because it has the root word “joy” in it. I say “enhappy” as in “I really enhappied that baseball game last night.” It’s a little awkward, but better safe than sorry my linguistically challenged Christian friend.
I’ll admit that it seems odd that I would try to use shame as a way to get you to understand the difference between Godly joy and worldly happiness, but what can I say, joy moves in mysterious ways. See that, that was a snippet of a U2 song, a band that makes me happy, but not a band that gives me joy.
See the nuances there?
You’re welcome.
