I think of “who am I, that you are mindful of me?”, of the lilies of the field, and God’s concern for sparrows. It may be, it is, astonishing that God could and does love us, but that is what scripture (and particularly Jesus) tells us. That brings me joy.

Though, in conscience, I have never been given to expressing joy on a dance floor, or, indeed, in any spectacularly demonstrative way. Not, frankly, would the other people on the dance floor much appreciate my efforts in that direction – I’m much more given to quiet, contemplative joy, and avoiding displaying my lack of coordination and tendency to bump into things and people…