I was speaking last night at SONset about joy. It can be a good thing to have to think about teaching others an idea, you learn so much yourself. Like this subject. All I really thought i knew about joy was that it wasn’t happiness. So here’s what I’ve learnt about joy.
It isn’t happiness, but it can include it. Joy is a far more resilient form of happiness, because it doesn’t slip from our grasp when circumstances change or suck. It can be a flower that looks the same as the happiness flower, but underneath the soil the joy flower has a huge root system which allows it to last all sorts of weather. Or, like in the story Jesus told, it can be like 2 houses built on different foundations. The house on the sand might have looked just as pretty as the house on the rock. Maybe it even had better water views. But when bad weather struck, the rock held its house firm. Joy is built on rock not sand.
I don’t think the Christian community is known for its joy unfortunately. I think we are far more quickly known for what we stand against than what we stand for. And that brings with it a negative connotation. So we have some PR work to do. If joy is a command (and it is in Phil 4:4 and 1 Thess 5:17), and a fruit of God’s Spirit being in us (Eph 5), if we don’t have it, or don’t express it, I think we are selling Jesus short. I think we are making small of his death and resurrection, the life he has put in us. I’m not saying this to make anyone feel bad by the way. I’m just recognising that Life should bring life.
And alongside that, God is the source of joy. I came to the difficult conclusion last week that without God the best we can do is get glimpses of joy. If God is God, and if he made us to be in relationship with him, made us this way, then it also stands to reason that we fall short of that without him. I think that God created us to fly, and if we don’t come to find him we remain in the cage of our human limits rather than our God given limits (check Colossians 2:9-10). Now I realise this is pretty full on to say.I also realise that even the idea of God given limits being bigger than human limits is also a challenging idea. So be challenged rather than offended, check it out, work out what you think and let me know if it’s something different. I’m up to learning something new.
So in my life this translates kinda like this: when stuff is good it’s cool to feel joy. It’s also easy to feel joy, which is why circumstantial joy can’t be the foundation of my joy. I need a deeper, more resiliant form of hope and contentment. I find that in God. And even though I have had a simpler, more happy life than most of the world’s population, joy is still a choice I have to make. I can’t theorise whether my joy would be stronger or weaker if life circumstances were different, and neither can anyone else. I only have this life to live, it is useless to compare my life and choices to someone else because they are simply not my choices and I can’t judge clearly. I know I needed a stonger form of hope when my dad died. I know God met me in that place in such a real way. Even though the situation was totally sucky, God in that place was beautiful and real. So I haven’t lost hope when things have been disappointing, sad, maddening or hard. For me circustances are often beyond my control, and choosing to lose God when things are bad just makes a bad thing even worse. But like Paul says in Philippians, “I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.” My hope in Him has been a constant when other things have changed dramatically. My joy in Him has been real when other things are bleak. and I’m a song writer, so I love that other songwriters have felt the pain of life and written things about it which express it so clearly. Like Horatio Spafford
when peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot
thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul
Or U2
What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things
And this is one I wrote a while ago
” When I can see your face
When I have lost my sight
When it’s the warm embrace
When it’s the stone cold wall
There must be something that is real
Whether I do or do not feel
And if it’s just me and you…. can i just be your friend?”