The holy grail of joy is not in some exotic location or some emotional mountain peak experience.
The only place we need see before we die is this place of seeing God, here and now.
Jesus didn’t institute the Eucharist around some unusual, rare, once-a-year event, but around this continual act of eating a slice of bread, drinking a cup of fruit from the vine. First Corinthians 11:26 reads, “whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup” (NIV)—whenever. Like every day. Whenever we eat.
Do not disdain the small. The whole of the life—even the hard—is made up of the minute parts, and if I miss the infinitesimals, I miss the whole.
Note: True. So true.