Showing posts with label acceptance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label acceptance. Show all posts

Friday, August 29, 2025

Knocking


After Revelation 3:14-22
 

I am at the door,

knocking. I am

at the door, calling

out. For anyone

who knows my 

knock, for anyone

who hears my call,

for anyone who

opens the door,

I will come in.

I will eat with him.

I will seat him

with me by my throne,

forever and a day.

 

Photograph by Iamsong4141 via Unsplash. Used with permission.


Some Friday Readings

 

Holy Mountain – poem by Cody Ilardo at Power & Glory.

 

The First Council of Nicaea Confronts Christianity’s Defining Crisis – Jason Clark at This Is the Day.

 

“As Kingfishers Catch Fire,” poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins and “A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy’s Day,” poem by John Donne – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern. 

 

“Father in Heaven, Who Lovest All,” hymn by Rudyard Kipling – Anthony Esolen at Word & Song.

 

3 Reasons to Look for the “Drip” Instead of the “Splash” When It Comes to Discipleship – Michael Kelley at Forward Progress.

 

Where will we buy food to feed these people? – poem by Sarah Crowley Chestnut at Rabbit Room Poetry.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

The First Step in the Journey to Joy


I’m reading chapter three of Fight Back With Joy: Celebrate More. Regret Less. Stare Down Your Greatest Fears by Margaret Feinberg, and one line stops me cold.

She’s describing the first treatment of chemotherapy to deal with her breast cancer. She discovers it’s not as bad as she expected (the “bad” comes later, she says). But still there are effects, and she applies some wisdom to her situation, deciding the pile of colorful laundry doesn’t have to be done immediately.

She considers the Apostle Paul, and his affliction. Whatever it was, it was serious enough for Paul to keep asking God to take it away. God doesn’t. And it’s okay. “For Paul,” Feinberg writes, accepting his circumstances is the secret to being content in them.”

And then the line that stops me cold.

“The journey to joy begins with acceptance.”

My mind goes immediately to my work, the work that has brought me little if any joy in the past four years. The “little if any joy” has played a role in my upcoming retirement.

And I think:

Acceptance.

Joy.

Acceptance.

Joy.

I arrive at work on Monday, and am almost immediately hit with not one but two joy killers. One is a chronic and recurring event; the other is one I’d call acute and one-time.

Last Friday, I would have narrowed my eyes, frowned, and said something choice, if true. My blood pressure would have risen. I would have felt my back start to act up.

On Monday, after reading Feinberg’s chapter the night before, I paused. I considered. I told myself I had been beating my head against the same wall for years, with nothing to show for it except aggravation, indigestion and stress on my back. It’s one of the reasons I’m retiring.

Acceptance. Joy. Acceptance. Joy.

I let both situations go.

I made some suggestions, but I let them go.

If the world comes to an end as a result, I thought, well then, the world will just have to come to an end. Somehow, I think the world will survive.

Did I immediately experience my physical being flooded with warmth and joy?

No, I can’t say that I did.

But what I did experience was a sense of calm. I’ll take calm.

Calm is good.


Led by Jason Stasyszen and Sarah Salter, we’re reading Fight Back with Joy. To see more posts on this chapter, “Three Simple Words to Set You Free,” please visit Jason at Connecting to Impact.


Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.