Promises, promises…
Promises are hard to keep this time of year.
A coast change, a nasty virus,
and hit-the-ground-running
for the holidays.
The Mumford post languishes on the mountain of unfinished
business.
About half-way through, I ran across this article in Christianity Today, which is a better
analysis than mine. Click here if you’re interested:
So what’s the point of writing about a rock concert anyway? Or about
“playing hooky?”
I am researching
happiness.
(Or it is pursuing me.)
I’m not talking about Christian joy, which is a
supernatural gift.
I’m referring to a sense of well-being that may be
cultivated.
Obviously, it’s a hot topic these days. Everywhere I turn,
there are books being published about the science of happiness. Sermons on the
topic. Even a movie.
It’s all got me thinking.
Think about it with me, if you have the time and
inclination.
Some questions to contemplate:
-Are you happy?
-What does happy feel like to you?
-Are you happy with
how happy you feel?
Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments.
In the meantime, I am going to continue my research.
I’m going to continue playing hooky when I can. I’m going to
expose myself to new experiences. I’m going to go down some different paths.
I’m going to pursue inspiration from unexpected places. Look for hope where I
least expect it. Get out of myself more. Embrace creativity. Cultivate gratitude. Live more intentionally.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Maybe.
No promises!
Seriously, though, I’d love to know if anyone else thinks
about happiness and the pursuit of it. Especially this time of year.
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