Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Day 7: Joy Comes In The Morning

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Weeping may last for a night, but joy comes in the morning. 
Psalm 30:5 

When I'm suffering a bout of Low, I do not think joy will come in the morning. 

Instead, I postpone going to bed in a vain attempt to avoid the morning... Because what comes in the morning is more life, more sadness, more expectations, more disappointment...

But this verse acknowledges our weeping. There will be grief-stricken nights, times of darkness and destruction, where all we can do is cry. Weeping may last. 

But joy will come. 

That's why I really like the song Morning Light by Josh Garrells (lyrics below). He's singing that joy will come, but within the big narrative of the Redemption of the world, that begins in Eden and ends in the new Jerusalem.

He articulates the certainty of hope to come in the final sense of the whole of Creation made new, as well as in the sweetness of the glimpses of light we get in the meantime.

Of course the dawn that defines the certainty of redemption is Easter Sunday morning. Jesus is alive, and this is the cornerstone of hope in all our weeping nights. Joy will come. (Cf. I Have Seen Your Tears)

This song is now my alarm clock. I listen to it most days all the way through, thinking about God's  redemption and feeling grateful that whether or not there will be joy in this morning,  ultimately, because of Jesus, who weathered the darkest night and then triumphed over it with healing in his wings, joy will come.

Morning Light: Josh Garrells 

There’s a place, a garden for the young
To laugh and dance in safety among
The shimmering light in the garden of peace

But steal a bite and paradise is lost
With darkened hearts we didn’t count the cost
Forgot all we left behind

Life picks up speed before you know
We’re holding on for dear life, Oh Lord
We’re too proud to turn back now

One day it all falls down
It breaks our heart and it breaks our crown
Brings us down where we see

It’s gonna be alright
Turn around and let back in the light
And joy will come
Like a bird in the morning sun
And all will be made well
Once again

There’s a way that seems right to a man
Until he’s in over head and he don’t understand
How the plans he made only led him astray

But every good gift comes down from above
From the Lord of light like a labor of love
Upon the child who waits for Him

Sometimes you’ll find what you’re waiting for
Was there all along just waiting for you
To turn around and reconcile

And it may be broken down
All the bridges burned like an old ghost town
But this my son can be made new

It’s gonna be alright
Shake it out and let back in the light
And joy will come
Like a bird in the morning
And all will be made well
Once again

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