It feels like every day offers us a new assault: another person we know diagnosed with COVID-19, word that someone we know has died, an experience of yet another instance of racism, seeing incivility take over the public square and public discourse, another quick change of plans because of the rise in COVID cases, another business closed, feeling the pang of separation from those we love not only because of distance but because of the political division of this historical moment…
We are all tired, depressed, angry and carrying individual and communal trauma of these past 7 months.
This morning I read the week’s lectionary (Philippians 4:1-13 ) and there was Paul admonishing me,
“Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice.”
Oh, come on now.
Joy and rejoicing certainly feel in short supply these days. And it is hard to muster it at all sometimes. Then I remember a little bit more about what Paul was doing when he said these words. He was not in the middle of a hymn sing or a church potluck. He had not just returned from a reunion with followers of Jesus or a revival at which more people chose to follow the carpenter from Nazareth.
He wrote these words from prison. He wrote about rejoicing from a prison cell. He wrote these words from a prison cell wondering if his execution was near. In the midst of persecution and pain, what does he advise? “Rejoice.”
At a time when some of us are forgetting what joy looks like, I invite you to reflect on Paul’s words. What does it mean for you to rejoice? What might be a cause for rejoicing? How does rejoicing in God’s love and presence help us draw even closer to God?
One of the ways I am trying to do this is to find joy in the little things:
· The tinkling of a wind chime outside my window
· The feel of new bath towels (the first in almost two decades!) as they envelop me
· The warm sun on my face, and the way the wind, with a hint of coolness, caresses my arms
· The smell of something baking in the oven
· How seeing a friend in person—even masked and socially distanced—fills me up with energy I hadn’t realize I was missing
· The way the leaves are changing color each day, and watching some already release themselves and fall to the ground
· Taking a walk and hearing the giggles of children nearby
There is a passage from Alice Walker’s “The Color Purple” that reminds me of how God is always placing in front of us small joys:
“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.' 'What it do when it pissed off?' I ast. 'Oh, it make something else. People think pleasing God is all God care about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.' 'Yeah?' I say. 'Yeah,' she say. 'It always making little surprises and springing them on us when us least expect.' 'You mean it want to be loved, just like the bible say.' 'Yes, Celie,' she say. 'Everything want to be loved.”
