...childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator.

God is not a killjoy; he just opposes what kills joy.

In all the setbacks of your life as a believer, God is plotting for your joy.

To see Him and know Him and be in His presence is the soul’s final feast. Beyond this there is no quest. Words fail. We call it pleasure, joy, delight. But these are weak pointers to the unspeakable experience.

We make a god out of whatever we find most joy in. So find your joy in God and be done with all idolatry.

We do not choose suffering simply because we are told to, but because the one who tells us to describes it as the path to everlasting joy.

The purpose of the Lord's Supper is to receive from Christ the nourishment and strength and hope and joy that come from feasting our souls on all that He purchased for us on the cross, especially His own fellowship.