Theological Journal - March 18: What's Joy Got To Do With It?

Well, pretty much everything, we’ve discovered. Imperial domination of our lives reduces us to a simulacra, a parody of the life God intends for his creatures. It robs us of our energy, strength, creativity, and power rendering us somnambulent unparticipants in our living.

Joy restores all that to us and for us. It is a gift of God that often unexpectedly lays hold of us and reorients our lives back to their true north. This paragraph at the beginning of 1 Peter says it well:

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! By his great mercy he has given us a new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who are being protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, even if now for a little while you have had to suffer various trials, so that the genuineness of your faith—being more precious than gold that, though perishable, is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. Although you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and rejoice with an indescribable and glorious joy, for you are receiving the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.

“In this you rejoice, even if now for a little while you have had to suffer various trials” (v.6). “Although you have not seen him, you love him, and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and rejoice with an indescribable and glorious joy” (v.8). There’s our joy in the midst of a life beset by troubles and trials for following Jesus. This is Joy 3, that disposition or affection or set of mind and heart that keeps our eyes on the ball when circumstances are (far) less than ideal. This disposition of Joy is not an emotion or a feeling though it may include such and guides our capacity to feel and respond in appropriately joyous ways to our circumstances.

C. S. Lewis gives us some insight into this disposition of joy. He sometimes called it by its German name “sehnsucht” – yearning or wistful longing. He describes a childhood experience of this “sehnsucht” while beholding a toy garden his brother had made:

“There suddenly rose in me without warning, as if from a depth not of years but of centuries, the memory of that earlier morning at the Old House when my brother had brought his toy garden into the nursery. It is difficult to find words strong enough for the sensation which came over me; Milton’s “enormous bliss” of Eden [...] comes somewhere near it. It was a sensation, of course, of desire; but desire for what? Not, certainly for a biscuit tin filled with moss, nor even (though that came into it) for my own past [...] and before I knew what I desired, the desire itself was gone, the whole glimpse withdrawn, the world turned commonplace again, or only stirred by a longing for the longing that had just ceased. It had only taken a moment of time; and in a certain sense everything else that had ever happened to me was insignificant in comparison.” (Surprised by Joy, 21)

This helps, I think. Though the feeling was fleeting, this joy marks Lewis for the rest of his life. That mark, or disposition, was a longing or anticipation, in light of which everything else is revaluated (everything else that had ever happened to me was insignificant in comparison”). 

This joy is based in an experience. What Christians call an encounter with the risen Christ. And though that experience is fleeting (though it may recur at later points in our lives) it marks us (through baptism) as belonging to a new master, having died for that master (in baptism), and now willingly living for this master (baptismal vocation) enduring the hardships that inevitably come from following him. Baptism, in its occurring, remembering, and sharing in others’ baptisms reminds and reinforces our own and the joy that attended it.

Tomorrow we will pick up here.

 

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