I’m reading C.S. Lewis’ Surprised by Joy only to learn that, by joy, Lewis means what I call the longing or desire for eternity I find in my own self. I do not find it joyous although it is enjoyable.
For me, it is as if a door to another place briefly swung part way open and I am allowed only a glimpse of a fine Heaven – enough that I want to be there with all my being. Alas, all too soon the door always closes so that I can not even find the door much less open it again!
I do find joy in salvation, in knowing grace I should hope for awaits me at the end of the road, and in knowing I will see the face of God.
Makes me think of MercyMe’s Flawless: