A Sad Conclusion: Some People Are Afraid of Joy — Curtis K. Shelburne

By Curtis K. Shelburne

I really didn’t want to come to this conclusion. But I’m afraid it’s true: Some folks are afraid of joy.

We’ve all known some folks who, for a variety of reasons, don’t seem to have much joy. And, we might as well admit it, some folks, sad to say, are expert at chasing away the joy of others. They are good folks to avoid lest you catch their misery-virus.

CurtisShelburne-2And have you noticed that folks who are joy-less or joy-deficient are “attractive”? No, I don’t mean that they’re good-looking; they tend NOT to be that. I mean that they certainly seem to attract others who are joy-less or joy-deficient. Misery really does love company and, for some twisted reason, enjoys mutual misery.

The patron saint of the joy-less should be a gal named Michal. She was one of the daughters of King Saul who became the wife of King David. It’s sad but worth noting that when Saul found out that Michal was in love with David, the “rival” of whom he was insanely and murderously jealous, he was glad, the Bible tells us, because he thought, “She may be a snare to him.”

So what was wrong with Michal? Was she dour and sour, selfish and “high maintenance,” carping and critical from early on? So much so that even her royal father had long thought, “Whoever gets hold of her will rue the day!”

Much later when David is reigning as king and the sacred Ark of the Covenant finally comes home to Jerusalem, the Scriptures tell us that David, the “man after God’s own heart,” danced before the Lord and the returning Ark “with all his might.” Michal, we’re told, looked at him from her window and “despised him.” In so doing, she despised his worship to the God of all joy. Cold and frosty through and through, Michal disdained David’s joy and, in the process, his God. The Bible says sadly, “She remained childless all her days.” Evidently, she remained joyless all her days.

When the Psalmist writes, “The joy of the Lord is my strength,” I think he’s implying that all true joy is God’s joy. Any “joy” we try to manufacture apart from God is counterfeit and fleeting.

Is it possible to really be close to God and not feel joy? I don’t see how. He IS joy.

Why would opening ourselves up to God’s joy be frightening? Because it implies losing our right to hang onto anything that separates us from the Source of joy. Bitterness, anger, resentment, pettiness, strife. There is no joy in letting such things define us. There can’t be.

In this wonderful season, we talk a lot about joy, and well we should. What is more full of joy than God coming near to us at Bethlehem? Let Michal’s children (Oh, she has some!) snidely deride if they wish. Their punishment is self-inflicted. Just be sure you share the joy of the angels, the shepherds, the wise men, the Lord.

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