When you grow up in church hearing the same stories, they can become dull. Or when you have prayed to God many times without hearing a word or being filled with a feeling, you can begin to feel complacent.
If I took a pocket knife and cut through branches, I would see the cambium—green veins still carrying life.
I think we sometimes try to make others feel guilty for their joy. When we don’t see joy in our own lives, we begin talking down the joy others are experiencing.