The experience of happiness is incredible. I’m experiencing it right now, actually. The sun is blazing down, I’m relaxing just outside my flat on the grass, my music is playing, my mind is at rest, but most importantly, so is my soul. I know I’m forgiven.
Every single good thing in life is a reflection of God, everything is a direct gift from him. All of it, the birdsong, the sun, the grass, the ground, the sky, the music, all of it is given as a gift to undeserving sinners, given as signposts to him, the very bringer of beauty.
But without Christ and his sacrifice on the cross all of these things count for nothing. Instead of being gifts to point us to God, they count as evidence against us, evidence of how we rejected God, despite the love and the grace he poured out on us in life. With him, though, they become tangible reminders of the glory we can look forward to, and what we have now. With him, we can appreciate life for how it was meant to be lived. We can look at nature from a unique standpoint, from the original standpoint. The standpoint of complete forgiveness. Everything we have is because of what Christ did on the cross. I’ll only boast in Jesus’ death, because it’s by his death that I have life, and everything that stems from that.
I’m sitting here clean. I’m sitting here forgiven. I’m sitting here loved, appreciated, and at peace. Life isn’t always this good, I know, but God is. In the words of the old hymn, it really is well with my soul.