Here we are (finally) standing at the end of another year, and as axiomatic as it may be, never does it ceases to amaze me how inattentively we lose track of time. Where did December go? The last time I checked the holiday season -with its turkey and stuffing, department store santas, and yuletide carols- just got here. Another thing that followed Fall was the creeping feeling to write something, and try as I may have to dismiss it, the feeling persisted through the toils of work and rainy weather. So in between all the days that made December, and the moments that filled them, I let my mind find the words for the sentences that my heart would feel but couldn’t speak.
Who would have thought an age old Christmas song would be the catalyst for tonight?
Not too far into December I was caught off guard in a department store checkout line where I found myself attentively listening to the music that was playing overhead. Something familiar, and yet entirely new to me was ringing in my ears: Joy to the World. You know the one I’m talking about? The one that goes, “Joy to the world, the lord has come, let earth receive her king.” Yeah, that one.
As I listened, I found the lyrics come crawling back from the memories of Christmases past and I froze after my lips inaudibly mouthed the line: repeat the Sounding Joy.
Repeat the Sounding Joy. What a profound statement, but for all I know joy does not make a sound, or does it?
I left the store, continued on with my day, which in turn became my week, and yet my mind kept coming back to that line. Repeat the Sounding Joy. When the following weekend finally came I realized why it sounded so familiar, Joy was sitting on my bookshelf for weeks.
I picked up Surprised by Joy by C.S. Lewis mainly for the essay, The Four Loves, that was binded with it. I knew the content was mainly Lewis talking about his journey from Athiest to Christian, which was something that I wasn’t particularly interested in reading – well, until now.
So for the last two weeks I’ve poured over the pages to see if Lewis had anything to say on Joy, anything that might speak to this inconspicuous verse. There were many great quotes, but I highlighted these three in particular:
…it is that of an unsatisfied desire which is itself more desirable than any other satisfaction. I call it Joy, which is here a technical term and must be sharply distinguished both from Happiness and from Pleasure. Joy (in my sense) has indeed one characteristic, and one only, in common with them; the fact that anyone who has experienced it will want it again. Apart from that, and considered only in its quality, it might almost equally well be called a particular kind of unhappiness or grief. But then it is a kind we want. I doubt whether anyone who has tasted it would ever, if both were in his power, exchange it for all the pleasures in the world. But then Joy is never in our power and pleasure often is.
All joy reminds. It is never a possession, always a desire for something longer ago or further away or still “about to be.”
…because the very nature of Joy makes nonsense of our common distinction between having and wanting.