“for mourning robe the oil of gladness” (Isaiah 61: 3)

Robert Collins

“Cry out for joy and gladness” (Isaiah 12: 6)

Three Small Joys



Lucy dog, at the shuddering thunder, slipping into Katrina’s and my bedroom and laying her muzzle on the edge of the bed, her nose (and breath, not a joy) letting me know she is available for a pat, a scratch behind her ears, the words “It’s okay, Lucy. It’s just thunder.”

Severin Hoin


Lynn or Robert opening the back door to City Light Community Ministries each morning before I can phone the kitchen to say, “I am here.” How do they know? A mystery I don’t want to solve.

Kelli Tungay


Mr. Battles (Wilbur to me) singing out, “Hello, everyone,” at the front door of City Light each MWF at noon, spreading his wings over us, saying, “God bless you for what you do,” and when, yesterday, tired and disgruntled, I told Wilbur, “You think more of me than I do of myself,” and he laughed his deep-joy laugh and said, “Bob, you don’t know nothing ’bout how much God and I know you and love you no matter,” then laughed again.

Gia Oris

So these three scenes are my cry “for joy and gladness,” all our cries at this time of the Coronavirus, COVID-19 contagion, especially my cry for my friends at City Light, for friends from Hardin-Simmons University.

Noah Silliman

And Wilbur says God will forgive me my mourning robe. Though I have not asked.

Martina Vitakova