“These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full. This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.” ~John 15:11-12.
Four years ago this July, my smile died. In the year that followed more pain ensued and I hid myself. I fell at the foot of the cross. I was broken. Crushed. Hopeless. Love of more than one sort had fled from me and I remember the year following that final blow as one of finding much joy in my Savior but also of much grief and loss in my own daily life.
Two years ago, during Passion week, I spent the time in quiet solitude. I did not leave my apartment other than to go to work. In that silence I fought a battle, even though I did not know it at the time. Still, to this day, such a week has never come to me again. It was a week in which, in a spiritual sense, I died. I wrestled with my Savior and at the end of the fight I lay on the floor with nothing left. I gave up.
Oddly enough, I think shortly after that was the beginning of when I allowed my heart to wander. It was a time when I felt so close to the Father I suppose I did not feel the need to cultivate my relationship with Him anymore. Perhaps it was just laziness. Either way, I lost myself. I read my writing from that time and I crave to go back there. To feel that passion again. To adore Christ in that way.
Today, this week and this year, I sit here, a world away from that night on my balcony in Texas with my beautiful breeze upon which my Savior embraced me flowing across me. Now, I sit in a desert…dry, dehydrated, thirsty soil. My soul in many ways has mimicked it. It has become so thirsty that it screams for water.
This week, I take up the daily reading from 1928 Common Book of Prayer as I do every year. Every year they have a different meaning to me. Joy stands out. Fruit. Abiding. I love these passages in John as our Savior speaks to His disciples before His death. I love the picture that is painted and the responsibility that we are given. I love the call and the promises that can be found in these verses.
To abide in joy. To hold Him so close that all we can do is rejoice. That is a indeed a precious and wonderful thing. As I wander back this time I find that joy comes more quickly. I keep expecting a battle but I begin to realize that there is not one for me right now. No, instead of a fight I believe God is giving me healing. He has heard my cry. He has heard my pain. He has seen my anguish. Now, He reaches out to give me joy that has been gone so long. He has given me my smile back. My voice is returning. His songs swell up in my heart and all I want is to sing for my King. I want to rejoice in the miracle of my salvation but not only in that. I want to rejoice in the miracle of my healing. I want to rejoice that the past has happened and from it I have been healed. In my hurt and pain I saw no end to suffering and yes, there are still days in which I flounder but they come father and farther apart. Now, the darkness is lifting and the light is returning.
In the silence I hear my heart. It calls and searches. It longs to know more. As it returns home it is told to rejoice. To know that I am healed. To know that my Savior has rescued me.
Christ is King. This week commemorates the battle that He fought for the souls of those whom He created. If for no other reason, this one fact calls me to love Him. What more could I ask than to spend my life to serve a God who loves me more than I could ever know or understand. How else could I live? How else could I die?
It is no great thing to abide in His joy for the knowledge of what was given makes rejoicing possible.