 I watched a man stand behind the podium at his own daughter's funeral and say, Father, we celebrate your will concerning us. The eulogy he gave was beautiful and thoughtful, but what struck me was the joy he carried while giving it. He sang, he danced, he praised God, all while standing in front of his daughter's casket. What was it that gave that man the strength to sing at his daughter's funeral? What was it that made Paul the apostle celebrate his own persecution? What did the early church have that made them rejoice when being martyred for their faith in Christ? It was the supernatural joy of the Holy Spirit. Lest you think I'm giving you the others have it worse speech, let me put it to you clearly. I'm not saying that you can't be sad because others have it worse. I'm saying that you can be joyful even in the very worst of times because you have the same Holy Spirit. Type amen in the comment section if you agree.