My Grandmother recently lost a long battle with cancer. Her name was Joy, and a name has never been more fitting.

Having a particularly sad day, I set out to find the Gospel of Happy.

Having a particularly sad day, I set out to find the Gospel of Happy.

With the proclamation that grace and peace come through the bloody suffering and death of Jesus, we're awoken to the fact that God's grace covers all our sin and His peace calms our busy heart and mind.

Our relief when we're troubled can't be found at the end of all our preparations and celebrations, no matter how pious our intent.

In happiness, we dare never forget that it is Christ, and Christ alone, who has restored our joy.

Asking whether one's beliefs are the right ones is terrifying.