Heavenly Irony

I slip into my sleeping bag camped out on living room floor, Friday night tradition for longer than I’ve lived. One by one the candles are snuffed out, the evergreen lights on the purlins are unplugged. Room goes dark, last goodnights and love you’s are said. 

I crave reading my Bible. Just for a little bit. I roll onto my tummy, pull trusty iPhone out with lumens down and read for a moment, picking up where I stopped at noon... 

“Now, brethren, we wish to make known to you the grace of God which has been given in the churches of Macedonia, that in a great ordeal of affliction their abundance of joy and their deep poverty overflowed in the wealth of their liberality...” 2 Cor. 8:1-2 NASB. 


My eyes lock in on the words. 

Ordeal of affliction - Abundance of joy - Deep poverty - Wealth of liberality. 

I click trusty iPhone off, lay my head on the pillow. I want this. I want the irony that appears every time God gets a hold of a human and lives out His life in their experience. What do I have? I’ll sell if I can have this.

What a combination. That an ordeal of affliction and an abundance of joy are experienced simultaneously. That deep poverty and a wealth of liberality abide in the same pocket. 

Human oxymoron. Supernatural feat. Heavenly irony. 

Who wants it with me? 


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