In the Company of Joy

Henry David Thoreau said,”If misery loves company, misery has company enough.”

I’m not sure that misery does love company. My misery does not. My misery loves solitude. I love to make fun of the old Hee Haw song. “Gloom, despair, and agony on me, Aaaaah. Deep, dark depressioning sense of misery, Aaaaah. If it weren’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all, Aaaaah. Gloom, despair, and agony on me!”

And yet, if we can, in our pain, reach out to someone else – another human being who has or is experiencing our pain – we may begin to find something other than pain. We may begin to find joy.

There was a night at the Cancer Clinic that was the best night we’d had there. One of the best nights we’d had anywhere, ever. And the only miserable part about it was that we could have been having nights like that for 3 weeks, but in our self inflicted retreat, in our pity party, we missed out on the joy.

That night we had dinner with Liz and Gary to celebrate their home-going. Liz’s sonogram showed a tumor that had originally swelled – like Larry’s – and had shrunk so much as to amaze even the doctors!!! Amen to answered prayer! We were joined by Angela and Bob. Bob was there for treatments as well, and he was a fount of information. They were going home the next day as well. Wonderful friends that we’ve missed out on a week of – and they were just down the hall from us, 2 doors. Also at the table were the darling couple from Ireland, Mary and Padraic. I could listen to them for hours, their accent is musical. Even their light-hearted bantering was a ballad to my ears. Padraic had a rough go of it, but he was ready to go home in  week or so. We would get to enjoy them for a few more days yet.   And Peter, from Holland, whose wife was bedridden.  Lizzy was fighting bone cancer.  Peter would drive from Holland to Germany to be with her every other week and then back again to work for a week.

As we all shared our stories of pain and “misery”, our dissatisfaction with the medical treatments available to us in our own countries, and our determination to achieve healing for the ones we love so dearly….. misery didn’t join company. Pain found strength in company, struggles shared became a bond, and friendship bubbled up in laughter. We found joy. Brought together in the common bond of searching for the treatments that would bring our bodies back to the power God created them to have. The power to fight off diseases. In the midst of what should be sorrow and fear, we found joy, strength and friendship.

We shared and laughed until the dining room closed down. Then we moved to the living room area, a room I’d never seen used before. We rearranged the furniture to have enough room for all of us to sit and stayed until eyelids began to droop. Much like children around a campfire, we’d found a common ground and the moment was too precious let go.

There are 310,612,207 people in the U.S. according to the last census, and 6,878,804,870 in the world; and yet with all those people so many of us still feel so very alone, so very lonely.

If misery loves company, then may that company find great joy in the common ground shared.

Job 8:21
He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy.

Psalm 126:2
Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy. Then it was said among the nations, “The LORD has done great things for them.”

 

Tears and Time

Jim Croce sang, “If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I’d like to do… is to save every day til eternity passes away just to spend them with you.”

PSALM 56:8 tells us God “collects all of our tears in a bottle and recorded each one in your book.”

Both of these bottles have something very intense in common… love … and sorrow.

When someone you love has been torn from your life, whether or not age has anything to do with it, our broken hearts long to go back and collect every moment we have ever spent with that precious person and relive it.   Bottle it.  Relive it.  Bottle it.  Never have to lose it again.  With today’s technology we are able to relive many of our happiest memories on DVD’s and in Scrapbooks.  What a precious gift this is, especially to our children who so easily forget the nuances of our loved ones who have passed on while they are so young.  The danger of this technology lies in never wanting to move beyond reliving the memories.   Bottled memories are wonderful, but we must not pour ourselves into the bottle with them.

The Comforter reminds us in Psalms that He loves us so much, He collects each and every tear we cry and puts them in a bottle, our bottle.  Some day, when it is our turn to be called home, we will see our bottle.  Not all of our tears will be sad, there will also be sparkling tears of joy and laughter in our bottle, causing it to glow with the full light of Christ’s love.

God is our source of comfort and joy.  We can find joy again when we lean wholly on Him, and allow our tears and the memories of time to be kept in a heavenly bottles.

 

Why Not Me?

Why Not Me?

By Shelley Ann Brandon on September 8, 2010

I miss you more than anyone can see

And in my brokenness I cry “Why me?”

Why me God?  What didn’t I do? This isn’t what was supposed to be!

Oh dear Lord, what went wrong? Why God? Why me?

Why did I lose the one I loved, this one I held so dear?

Whose breath was mine and pulse was mine, this one who forever should to me be near,

Why God? Why?………… Why me?

This shouldn’t be happening to me!

But, why not me?

What makes me more significant than these?

What of the grandparents who daily attend

The tiny stone-less grave of their infant grandson, who even in their grief do bend

To water plants at my beloved’s grave, and call to check on me.

Why me?  Why not me?  Why them?

Why not me?

What makes me better, one who should be exempt from pain,

Than the man who humbly stands in line, head down to hide his shame

Job lost, home and family gone… was this his choice in life to make

Am I better than he Lord that my life should know nothing but gain?

Why me?  Why him?

Why not me?

Who am I except by accident of birth

Better off than the African mother on the other side of the earth

Who daily watches her babies from starvation die

And can do nothing but hold them as tears fall from her helpless eyes

Who am I Lord, who am I?

My aching heart begs again to cry out “Why me?”

But my memories of you Love are too strong to let that be

You, who never once asked, “Why me?”

Whose only request of God instead

Was, “Use me Lord, I am not dead”

And “I know that you are not finished yet with me.  Use me Lord”

Please use me.