"...to console those who mourn in Zion,
to give them beauty for ashes,
the oil of joy for mourning,
the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
that they may be called trees of righteousness,
the planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified."
Ever since becoming a Christian I've developed a love for irony, a fascination of sorts. At the risk of sounding ridiculously philosophical, whenever I see irony it's like I've seen the fingerprint of God. This is especially true with poetic justice, but even the simplest ironies speak to me of the involvement of the Almighty in even what seems like the minutiae of life.