Most Americans have never known a full and unreserved joy.
This is a realization that I have come to as a result of two separate and seemingly unrelated events of this past weekend.
It was Easter weekend as you know, the time of the year when we commemorate the death and burial of Jesus Christ, and finally then celebrate his resurrection. Although we celebrate in America, our celebration is often muted. We are happy, certainly, but we do not have the same level of complete and demonstrative joy that the first disciples had when they learned that Jesus rose from the dead.
That was the first of the two events I spoke of. The other event in my
life that took place over last weekend was receiving word from our orphanage in
Kenya that on the evening before Good Friday they ran out of food. “Please pray
for food for the children. We will have nothing for supper tonight,” Pastor
Joel wrote to me.
I have communication with Joel on a daily basis, so I knew that their food supply was running low. I had no money to send, and they apparently had no other source at this time. All weekend, the children and staff of the orphanage took no meals. They were without food. Our prayers to God were than he would somehow provide for these, his children.
I have communication with Joel on a daily basis, so I knew that their food supply was running low. I had no money to send, and they apparently had no other source at this time. All weekend, the children and staff of the orphanage took no meals. They were without food. Our prayers to God were than he would somehow provide for these, his children.
I will add here that running out of food is not an uncommon occurrence
with the orphanage. We have forty-two children plus the workers, and food there
is expensive. From time to time, there are periods when their food pantries run
empty, and they have no way to secure more supplies.
“I wonder if the children have eaten today.”
This is always among my first thoughts upon waking up in the morning. Sometimes it is my very first thought, as it was last weekend. But despite periods of difficulty for the orphanage, I am also grateful to say that on most days, the children have had food.
This is always among my first thoughts upon waking up in the morning. Sometimes it is my very first thought, as it was last weekend. But despite periods of difficulty for the orphanage, I am also grateful to say that on most days, the children have had food.
However, this past weekend they did not. Easter weekend. On one of
those days, a church member was able to bring a few bananas to cook for the
children, but mostly they had no food at all. While my own family gathered
around our table on Easter Sunday to celebrate the day, my mind was also on the
children at the orphanage of Kenya. They had no celebratory meal.
We may think this sad, but what does it all have to do with Americans
not knowing true joy? It seems as if it would be the Kenyan children who would
be the ones who were lacking joy. And what does this all have to do concerning
the resurrection of Jesus and with experiencing joy on Easter Sunday?
The Desperation of Hunger
I first would like to discuss the matter of hunger. While I am aware
that there is hunger in America and that many children here do not have enough
to eat, I think that I can safely say that most people in America do not go
several days without eating, especially not repeatedly. But this does occur at
the orphanage. On one occasion, when I knew that the children had had no food
for about a week, I asked Pastor Joel if they had eaten nothing at all.
“We have water,” he told me. “And we had a little corn meal to stir in
with it, but that is also now gone.”
At that time, as was the case also this past weekend, I had nothing to
send them before the need became so critical. The children had to pass several
days, having only mostly water to sustain them. They may have also found some
greens to chew on.
In my limited time of actually being with the children of the
orphanage, I have not been present there to experience these times of shortage.
It makes me wonder what it must be like to care for forty-two children who have
had nothing to eat for days and days. I do however, think that I have pretty
good idea what it would be like to care for a typical child in America who had
to miss even one meal.
For me, at my older age, I can easily miss a meal without feeling much
of any effect. However, I know that if I go without eating for even most of one
day, my energy level falls into the negative category and I have no ambition to
do much at all. I don’t think that I am crabby and whine constantly, but Vivian
may tell you differently. I have never in my entire life been without food for
a full week, nor do I believe most Americans have. But this happens at the
orphanage in Kenya.
We Americans live in a land of plenty. We have been blessed by the
Lord, and we should not be ashamed of that fact. However, there is also a
negative side to living in plenty. Most Americans have never felt the level of pure joy
in being delivered from a hopeless situation.
It is true that some have, because it is not only famine that can put
us in a situation of desperation. There are also many other states of
deprivation. Homes and livelihoods can be lost to tornadoes, hurricanes,
earthquakes and tidal waves. A sudden and severe illness can threaten to take
away your very life. These are situations when we feel powerless. There often
is absolutely nothing that we can do. We simply are at the mercy of
circumstance.
However, another thing about being in America, there is always some
kind of aid program, some kind of shelter, some kind of food pantry or church
organization that is available. In Kenya, at least in the area where the
orphanage is located, there is not. There is no organization active in the vicinity,
no church ministry, no relief program.
Most of us have probably been in difficult circumstances at one time
in our life or another, but I think that very few of us have been in a truly
desperate situation where there was absolutely no one that would offer help.
The Joy of a Full Belly
I know that most of you reading this have never gone without food for
an entire week, but with the best ability that your mind allows you to imagine,
try to put yourself in that position. Imagine the joy that you would experience
when suddenly someone came to you with a meal! Imagine the pure and unabashed
joy!
Happily, after both of these food crises in the orphanage that I
mentioned, God did supply food. On both of these specific occasions, some money
came to me that I was able to send to the staff to buy food. In the marvels of
our technological and economics based age, money I send right now can be
collected in Kenya within ten minutes, although for me it takes a trip to town,
as it does for Pastor Joel.
I was not there when the children had their first meal, but Joel sent
me pictures and described the happiness of the children. Food had arrived!
Their empty bellies were once again given something to eat!
Since food is so critical to life itself, I think that this type of
occasion must be as close to pure and unreserved joy that one can reach in this
world. Their small bodies were famished by hunger, and suddenly food arrived.
All was dark, but then light dawned on a new day.
The Despondency of Good Friday
Now, let’s turn our minds to the events of the day that we call “Good
Friday.”
This year in our own commemoration of the day at the Log Church, in
reading of the events surrounding the crucifixion of Jesus, it struck me as
never before how the death of Jesus put his followers in a state of total
despondency. During the previous three years in the lives of the disciples,
they had left everything in order to follow Jesus. They had placed all of their
hopes and aspirations in him. Their devotion to the teachings of Jesus was
total and without reservation.
And now he was dead.
Jesus was dead.
Jesus was dead.
They witnessed the beatings and the scourgings that Jesus endured.
They watched as the Romans nailed his hands and feet to the wooden beams that
formed a cross; they saw Jesus hanging on the cross in great agony; then they
saw Jesus die. They saw the tomb where the body of Jesus was placed, and they
saw the Roman guards who had been stationed there to prevent tampering.
After all of this, the disciples and the other followers of Jesus saw
themselves as left with nothing to hold onto—no hope, no thought that things
may look better in the morning, and no future.
Indeed, the following morning looked no better. The disciples had
mostly sequestered themselves in various homes, seeking what little security
that they could manage to find. But security was just a dream, there would be
no security for them again, not in the following day, not next week, not ever.
And as for joy, they would not have even been able to define the word. It was
like hearing a word in a foreign language.
Some of the women began to prepare spices to anoint the dead body of
Jesus to reduce the stench of death. This is a way of expressing grief. They
were not seeking joy—they would not know joy again. They were only seeking some
small life raft of comfort in the sea of their sorrow.
The Joy of the Resurrection
But then something happened. On the third day after Jesus was killed,
when the women went to the tomb to apply the spices to his body, they found
things not as they had expected. The heavy stone, which had been placed in
front of the entrance of the tomb, had been rolled away. Then, when they looked
inside of the tomb, they found nothing but the burial cloths.
There was no sign of the Roman guards, but two other men were there. These
men were not Romans, but had an appearance that made them shine in the early
morning light. The women fell to the ground in terror.
“Why do you look for the living among the dead?” they asked the women.
“Jesus is not here. He has risen!”
The women ran and told the others, but no one believed them. It could
not be true, they thought.
But then, over the course of the next couple of hours, more and more
indications made it obvious that their words actually were true. Jesus had risen from the dead! His dead body
had come to life!
Can we even begin to imagine the unreserved joy that these first followers knew when they finally realized and
then witnessed the resurrection of Jesus? It is no wonder that the common
greeting among the Christians of that day was not, “Good morning,” or “Good
day.” It was, “He is risen!” This single thought occupied their minds
continually, looking only for the opportunity to express itself with the tongue.
“He has risen!”
“Indeed! He Has Risen!”
“Indeed! He Has Risen!”
This is joy! This is pure, unabashed, unreserved, uninhibited, full
and complete JOY! It is joy in the life of Christ. It is a joy that can only
arise after first passing through a time of utter and complete despondency. The
disciples were without even any scrap of hope, then suddenly, hope arrived in its
fullness.
All was dark, but then light dawned on the new day.
The Joy of Being Delivered from Despondency
In general, we Americans do not know despondency. I do not mean to
make light of many who have passed through or are even now passing through
times of great difficulty, but we live at a time and in a society where there
are seldom no options that are available to us. There seems to be always some
aid program, some insurance plan, some medical treatment—something that we can
do or something that we can seek.
We can be thankful for this, and we should be. But we should also
realize that because of this, we will have more difficulty in understanding
joy.
The Joy of the Temporal, and the Joy of the Eternal
But there is another distinction that I would like to make on the
subject of joy. The joy of having one’s belly filled after a long period of
famine is one type of joy, but it is a joy that will last only for a moment in
time. It is a joy that can be taken away by the next period of foodlessness.
Jesus speaks of another type of joy—a type of joy that is everlasting.
Long before the disciples understood that Jesus was actually going to
be crucified and that they would be passing through great difficulties, Jesus
told them, “You will have sorrow, but I will see you again and your hearts will
rejoice, and no one will take away your joy.”
And then he told them this: “Truly I tell you, whatever you ask the
Father in my name, he will give you…ask and you will receive, so that your joy
may be complete” (John 16:22-24).
Did we catch the impact of his words? Jesus speaks of a joy that is “complete,”
one that cannot be taken away. It is a joy that rises above present and
temporary circumstances. He speaks of a joy that is eternal.
The Apostle Paul understood this. He knew that to have a joy that is
complete we need to look beyond having even full bellies. He said that “If our
hope in Christ is for this life alone, we are to be pitied more than all men.”
He means that if we are looking for relief from present circumstances
only, then we are missing the point completely. Paul has in mind a much greater
joy than that. He is speaking of a joy that exceeds even that of the disciples
on the morning of the resurrection of Jesus, when they came to realize that he
was actually alive!
He calls the resurrection of Jesus the firstfruits of all those who
may die in this present life, but who have placed their faith in Christ: “For
as in Adam all die, so in Christ all will be made alive. But each in his own
turn: Christ the firstfruits; then at His coming, those who belong to Him” (1
Corinthians 15:22-23 BSB)
The Apostle James also realized that true and complete joy must be
sought beyond present circumstances. He writes, “Consider it all joy, my
brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your
faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that
you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.” (James 1:2-4 NAS)
The Dawning of the New Day After the Darkest of Nights
It is the knowledge of this fact that will give the complete joy that
Jesus talks about; it is this and only this.
But it is a joy that can only arise after first being in complete
desperation, when we see no hope in any circumstance. It is when we have no
place to turn, and then Jesus finds us.
“When I passed by you and saw you squirming in your blood, I said to
you while you were yet in your blood, ‘Live!’ Yes, I said to you while you were
in your blood, ‘Live!’” (Ezekiel 16:6).
This is what I fear most Americans have not known. They have not known
true and absolute desperation. Because they have not known this, they do not
realize their need for Jesus.
But truth be told, if Jesus is not alive in our life, we are all despondent,
even if we do not realize it. We in America have trouble seeing this because we
have substituted the security of a living Jesus with the partial and false
security of other options.
Jesus cannot merely be our best option. He must be our only option.
Though
the fig tree does not bud and no fruit is on the vines, though the olive crop
fails and the fields produce no food, though the sheep are cut off from the
fold and no cattle are in the stalls, yet I will exult in the LORD; I will
rejoice in the God of my salvation! (Habakkuk 3:17-18 BSB)
You
make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures forevermore. (Psalm 16:11 ESV)
I
will rejoice greatly in the LORD, My soul will exult in my God; For He has
clothed me with garments of salvation, He has wrapped me with a robe of
righteousness. (Isaiah 61:10 NAS)
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