The Joyous Journey Home

Contemplations concerning the infinite and eternal joy that is to be found when one delights in Jesus Christ (and the many bumps and bruises discovered along the way).

Why Joy?

January 15, 2019

What brings you joy in life? Seriously stop whatever you're doing (even if 'whatever you're doing' is reading this) and consider that question. What brings you joy in life?

Maybe that question was too ethereal. Let's try something a bit more tangible. Typically, the thing that brings you most joy in life is what you most often desire to do when you aren't under various obligations. Or the person that brings you most joy in life is typically the one you desire to be around most. If you spend most of your free time riding your Harley, hiking, or shopping, chances are one of those activities is what you find makes you most joy-filled. If you spend most of your free-time with your spouse or significant other, chances are that person is who fills you with the most joy.

It may be a person or an activity that presently gives you the most joy in your life at this time. But is the joy being produced by him, her, or it, comparable to the infinite and eternal joy found in Jesus Christ? 

As humans, we desire pleasure. If something hurts we normally won't continue to indulge ourselves in it, unless we view the pain as a means to a greater end. An end that, we believe, will produce a greater joy within us.

Consider a mother who's willing to go through the arduous pain of childbirth. If you were to ask any sane woman whether or not she enjoyed labor, she would most assuredly say "no" with one caveat. She would probably say something along the lines of, "No, I didn't enjoy labor, but it was definitely worth it." 

Why? Why is the unbelievable pain of labor worth the suffering? Does suffering alone have the capability to produce joy? I find that question difficult to affirm.

Even Christ didn't delight in the cross for the sake of the cross. Concerning Jesus, Hebrews 12:2b says, "Who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." The text says that He endured the cross. It does not say that he enjoyed it. The chapter even goes on to testify, "All discipline for the moment seems not to be joyful, but sorrowful; yet to those who have been trained by it, afterwards it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness." Again, the suffering (or discipline) isn't where the peaceful fruit of righteousness is found. 

It's only afterwards.

Suffering itself does not produce joy. the one factor that determines whether or not someone will be able to find joy through suffering is the focus of their gaze. Jesus was able to look toward the "joy that was set before Him." This joyous anticipation of everything that would be accomplished through the cross--namely, the glory of God--gave Jesus, even during present suffering, a present joy for a future reality.

But He was only able to have this present joy through present suffering because He was focused on the joyous future reality that would come by, through, and from His suffering! 

If you can grasp with your right hand the biblical truth that God works all things after the counsel of His own will, and then reach out your left hand and seize the truth that God "works all things together for good to those who love God: to those who are the called according to His purpose," you will become immoveable even during the fiercest gale. You'll begin to realize that all of the suffering you're presently going through is working for you "an eternal weight of glory." 

Your gaze will no longer dart to and fro at the turbulent wind and waves around you, because it will be focused solely on Jesus, the source of infinite and eternal joy.

Relentless Forward Motion

June 22, 2022

I had never experienced more pain in my life. Every muscle fiber in my legs screamed for respite. My arms, numbed by their endless back-and-forth, back and forth motion, had given up complaining and resigned themselves to their fate.

So tired. So sore. When will this be over? I think to myself.

I look down at my watch. 94 miles in—That means I have about 6 miles to go. That’s less than two 5ks back-to-back. Okay. I can do this.

95 miles. To some, this number represents their daily commute. To others, it’s what they must travel to see their grandparents, children, or lifelong friends. But this number is special to me in a different way. It’s the distance my body could go before my spirit broke.

I’m an ultrarunner. Writing that down feels as though I’m committing fraud or something. No, I haven’t set any world, national, or state records, excluding a handful of Fastest Known Times (FKTs) on local trails, and I certainly am far from the front of the pack in most races. But, nonetheless, the title is mine. Ultrarunner. In short, this title is achieved by having run races longer than marathon distance (26.2 miles). You don’t need to be the fittest, fastest, or strongest. All you must do is persevere. Get the miles done. As a seasoned ultrarunner and friend told me once, “It’s all about relentless forward motion.”

Relentless forward motion. Those were some of the only words pounding in my brain during the last five miles of my first one-hundred-mile footrace. I had completed a marathon, two 50ks, and a 55-mile race; but, in the ultrarunning community, one isn’t considered a TRUE ultrarunner unless he or she completes a hundred-miler. Then the ultra-ultrarunners pursue even loftier goals (a 135-mile race from Death Valley to Mt. Whitney or a 383-mile run in the Arctic, for example). But, for most within the community, the christening celebration occurs at the 100-miler finish line.

And, here I am, five miles from reaching a goal I’ve longed to achieve for months. And I’m broken. Empty. I feel like a shell of a man, plodding along the trails, wondering what in the world I’m accomplishing through this endeavor. Don’t get me wrong, quitting never even passed through my mind. It simply wasn’t an option on the table. My quandaries were the questions burning in each of our hearts since our youth: Why? Why am I here? What is my purpose? I had hoped I’d encounter some existential revelation through my endless footfalls on pine needle strewn trail and cracked, gray asphalt; instead, the questions burned hotter and deeper within me.

Why? Why am I here? What is my purpose? 

Cliches spoken with good intentions often taste the bitterest while in the throes of agony. Yet, I found myself clinging to a mantra: relentless forward motion. Even though at the time I couldn’t find it within me to answer my soul’s burning questions, the mantra reminded me of a truth beyond myself. Something that, if apprehended and accepted, will allow for hope in the worst circumstances known to humanity.

Often the answers to your deepest longings and desires are only found in weathering the storm. Persevering until the end. Realizing that the battle’s fray clouds answers. Answers that, immediately after the battle ceases and the dust settles, you discover were there all along, amid the fray, behind you, before you, and even, at times, fighting for you. When you seek for answers within the storm, don’t be surprised if you only find wind and waves.

I was within the storm at mile 95, but the sun was beginning to pierce through the clouds. Little by little, with each pained footfall, the relentless forward motion drove me closer to the light. Each stride brought with it increasing pain, but the progressively intensifying light shrouded me in joy.

Mile 96. Mile 97. 98. 99.

I could hear the whooping and hollering growing louder. The music blasted through the trees. Suddenly, I rounded a corner, came out of the woods, and there it was—

The Finish Line.

A vigor returned to me. It began rejuvenating my muscles and focusing my mind. My body felt new, My spirit reborn. Relentless forward motion.

I sprinted.

I’m not sure how quickly I covered the final one-hundred yards. It didn’t matter. What mattered was standing there at the finish, with my faithful crew, having achieved something once thought impossible. All because of a simple yet profound mantra: relentless forward motion.

I think the Christian life can often feel like a hundred-mile footrace. The mountain peaks and their accompanying vistas are often followed by valleys filled with mud, rocks, and roots. Sometimes the trail is easy to follow, other times you’re confronted with a five-way intersection, at midnight, with a dying headlamp, and a shoddy map. Maybe you’ve made it 95 miles and feel broken. Overwhelmed. Wondering, “Why? Why am I here? What is my purpose?” Might I encourage you with the mantra that gave me the strength to carry on—to finish the race?

Relentless. Keep moving. True joy comes through the pain, not by avoiding it.

Forward. Keep progressing. Even if you must crawl on your hands and knees, any forward movement is progress.

Motion. Don’t stop. The clouds will break, revealing the sun that beamed its glory all along. The storm will cease, showing the One who held you firmly through it all. I’m reminded of the Apostle Paul’s words in his letter to the churches in Galatia.

“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up” (Gal. 6:9 ESV).

A hundred miles may seem like an overwhelming distance, and I won’t deny that thought! But keep in mind: we serve a God who specializes in overwhelming the overwhelming.

One foot in front of the other—Relentless forward motion.