Something a little different - a fictional story for you...
Time: Sometime in the (not so distant?) future
The world has been decimated by a nuclear war – followed by rampant disease and famine. Less than 10% of the world’s population has survived the devastation. Many live underground. Those who live on the surface of the earth exist in an ashy, dirty remnant of a world completely ruined, under a perpetually gray sky.
Setting: A secret laboratory underground
Two scientists, a head researcher and his assistant, are looking through a large, one-way mirror into a manufactured “environment.” This artificial environment is full of artificial trees, and fake grass, pretend wildflowers and computer-generated butterflies. There is a babbling “brook” and overhead is a blue “sky” and white, puffy "clouds." In the middle of this scene is one small, little girl – who is running, and spinning, and laughing, and singing.
The head researcher turns to his assistant and says:
“I wish there was a way to bottle this. We could restore the world…and make a fortune in the process.”
“I know,” replies the assistant.
“What did you say they called it?”
The assistant looks at his notes. “They call it JOH-E.”
“Yes, I believe that’s how they pronounce it.”
The researcher looks at the little girl intently.
“It resembles happiness.”
“Yes, it does,” answers the assistant. “But of course, happiness was destroyed in the blast.”
“Indeed,” muses the researcher. “Refresh my memory, we’re not developing this because there isn’t enough to go around?”
“Yes,” the assistant says with a sigh. “We’ve only found 20 people in the world who have it, and they’re all under the age of 5.”
“Hmmm…” The researcher is quiet for several moments. “Is that the only reason we’re not manufacturing this JOH-E substance?”
“Actually,” responds the assistant, “there’s one other problem. We don’t know where it comes from.”
“Are we sure it isn’t genetic, viral, or bacterial?“
“Yes, we’ve ruled all that out.”
Just then, the little girl drops to her knees, raises her hands to the sky, and squeals, “I LOVE YOU!”
Several moments of silence pass.
“Fascinating!” exclaims the head researcher.
“Yes,” says the assistant sadly. And under his breath, he mumbles, “I wish it was contagious…”
HAVE YOU LOST YOUR JOY?
"You love him even though you have never seen Him. Though you do not see him now, you trust him; and you rejoice with a glorious, inexpressible JOY." (1 Peter 1:8)
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