I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart!WHERE?!Down in my heart!WHERE?!Down in my heart!
It was a kid fave. If ever we were asked what song we'd like to sing next, this one was for sure among the top five. Largely in part, I think, because it had a lot of yelling. Sometimes teachers would even divide the room: Okay, this side will sing (and I use the term loosely) Where?! and this side will sing Down in my heart! Ready?
And we were. But as children, we had no idea joy would be so difficult to find, difficult to maintain. We knew nothing of mental illness, or foreclosure, or Alzheimer's, or any of those things. Many of us would not discover our plight until adulthood. Even those who had experienced some sort of trauma --divorcing parents, arguing parents, bullying, child abuse --remained insulated by childish innocence and fairytale-like hope. Dreams are hard to give up when you're a child. By the time we'd hit puberty, imagination had had a good run, but most of us had already become cynical on some level. Where was the joy? Not in my heart! What had changed?
I'd like to say it was because of circumstances or something someone else said or did to me. I'd like to say some sort of neurochemical reaction took place and I just felt gloomy all the time. But the truth of the matter is, what changed was me. My relationship to the Lord. And by relationship, I mean proximity as well as method. I pulled away, sloughed off my belief and began pretending I wasn't interested. Somewhere along the line, that new skin became tough and impervious. I received and nurtured the lie that Jesus was only for children and old folks. As I grew into my teen years, I "grew out of" Sunday school wooden chairs and raucous little ditties sung in competition with the other side of the room, and the means by which I related to God changed. Rather than childlike trust, I doubted, questioned; but rather than critically evaluating and adhering to the truth with which I was blessed to be surrounded, I gulped down lies like they were water and I was dying of thirst. Truly, I died of ignorance and so did my joy.
In an effort to spare you the same death, I'd like to share with you what I eventually learned, accepted, and now endeavor to live with every breath I am gifted, about joy.
Joy exists. Always. Whether we feel it or not, whether we accept it or not, whether our circumstances lend themselves to accommodating it or not, joy is eternal. Because joy is of the Holy Spirit! And through Him it is ours. If you are a Christ follower, if you have been born of the Holy Spirit, you've got the goods. It is how the Holy Spirit manifests Himself in and through you.
Joy is YOUR choice. The Bible tells us that in God's presence is fullness of joy. Wonderful! BUT YOU MUST BE IN HIS PRESENCE. More than just being a believer or attending church or serving at the mission, this is intentionally setting aside time with Him daily or multiple times throughout the day. Are you spending time in the Word of God, are you worshiping before Him --even alone, even in your car, even quietly so you don't wake the baby, even at the risk of feeling a bit weird at first?
Joy is YOUR choice. Yes, I know I've already said this, but when it comes to choosing, committing, and personal responsibility --this is usually the place where the wheels fall off; so, it definitely bears repeating. Additionally, there is incredibly overlooked truth about joy found in John 16:24:
Until now you have asked nothing in My name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full.
Jesus had just told His disciples of His leaving this world and the arrival of the Holy Spirit. He assured them the Holy Spirit would help them understand the things He'd been teaching them all along; that they would understand the power that --despite Jesus' absence on earth --would be available to them as they taught and served in His name. Their hearts had to be brought into alignment with God's purposes, to want the same things He wants and even hate that which He hates. They had to step into the sandals of Jesus, continue His mission, and love others unto the death of their own selves. And their joy would be made full!
Joy is YOUR choice. Third time's the charm, right? Scripture is full of verses imploring us to rejoice --even on the darkest of days. Psalm 22:3 tells us the Lord is enthroned on the praises of His people. When we place our attention on who God is, all He has done, all He is able to do, and we verbalize that to Him --our gratitude and adoration; when we fully understand who we are and our extravagant need for a Heavenly King and Savior, and we confess that before Him, we immerse ourselves in the joy that is ours through Jesus Christ. Always. In our hearts. That's where.