But the gospel is good news, and the impossible gift of the Spirit is Somehow Joy. Martyrs go to the stake singing hymns in triumphant defiance. Faithful saints lay on their deathbeds insisting that they are still so happy. Men, women, and children go through the meat grinders of life, and they emerge somehow with joy. Somehow, they emerge like gold from the furnace, like silver tested. They are struck down, and they get up smiling. They are crucified, and they wake up laughing.