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Who else is tired of all the fighting?

There have always been spats at home, tussles on the playground, tiffs with friends, but I would argue that the out and out hateful anonymous swear fest in almost any comment section is a phenomenon unparalleled in human history. Sure, there have been ages much bloodier and more externally conflicted than our own in our country, but this kind of anonymous human interaction is like tree sap – you don’t realize at first that it’s on you, but it sticks and clings and beings to make everything… messy.

Yuck.

People are angry. People have lost all sense of decorum because they are talking through their fingers on a screen and the possible (physical) repercussions are practically nonexistent.

People have lost the ability to talk, discuss, mediate. Things have become notoriously us and them. You’re with us or against us. You agree with me, or you are stupid and need me to tell you so.

You get the idea. You’ve seen it. You know.

So after being totally exhausted by this, despite my concerted best efforts to avoid comments and social media in general, I went to my husband in despair.

It feels like my choices are to get into one of the angry “you’re wrong and this is why” virtual shouting matches to try and share the truth or shut up and say nothing and not even try,” I said.

I think there’s a third way,” said my husband.

I think the third choice is joy.”

So that’s why you’re here, because that’s why Pink Salt Riot exists.

I am choosing joy.

Joy that glories in all God has made. Joy that sees my kids smile and remembers that they are each a singular and incredible miracle. Joy that looks for the good in people. Joy that gives people the benefit of the doubt. Joy that forgives, believes, and hopes. Joy that never gives up.

Joy that comes straight down the funnel from Christ. Joy that is only exhausted when I choose to shut that funnel and try to muster it up myself {Pro tip: this never works.}

This is the kind of joy that the psalmist captures in Psalm 98:4-9-

Shout joyfully to the Lord, all the earth;
Break forth and sing for joy and sing praises.
Sing praises to the Lord with the lyre,
With the lyre and the [c]sound of melody.
With trumpets and the sound of the horn
Shout joyfully before the King, the Lord.

Let the sea roar and [d]all it contains,
The world and those who dwell in it.
Let the rivers clap their hands,
Let the mountains sing together for joy
Before the Lord, for He is coming to judge the earth;
He will judge the world with righteousness
And the peoples with [e]equity.

Quite the image right?

How often would you describe yourself as the spontaneous song of joy type? {Me = only when showtunes are stuck in my head.} But heres the thing:

It’s not a type. It’s a choice.

Joy is a choice, and it starts with choosing Christ. Choosing to love Him, to follow Him, to let Him fill you up. It’s what you get refreshed by after a whole day of pouring yourself out.

And joy in Christ is limitless.

So that’s a big part, maybe the biggest part, of what I am about here at PSR. We want to help you cultivate that joy.

Cool? Cool.

So let’s get to it. If you have an ideas on how, feel free to share below.