Is there such a person to be so desperate as to beg yet jolly in their state?
The meaning of this oxymoron has been in my question for some time.. only to realize that it's much simpler than I had thought. The world births beggars but it's the ones who meet God that make them different from the rest. You see, although mortal life proves to be viciously disappointing, there is admist darkness a reason to be grateful and joyous. That is, God's gift of grace is the reason to happily beg at the feet of the king and not of some meaningless idol. We're happy because we know we're saved... that even though we lay out homeless on the streets we know that it's only temporary and that on destiny's day we will beg no more for eternity.