Joy

Why We Do Hard Things

Luke 19:28-40

After Jesus had said this, he went on ahead, going up to Jerusalem. When he had come near Bethphage and Bethany, at the place called the Mount of Olives, he sent two of the disciples, saying,

“Go into the village ahead of you, and as you enter it you will find tied there a colt that has never been ridden.

Untie it and bring it here. If anyone asks you, ‘Why are you untying it?’ just say this, ‘The Lord needs it.’ ” So those who were sent departed and found it as he had told them.

As they were untying the colt, its owners asked them, “Why are you untying the colt?” They said, “The Lord needs it.” Then they brought it to Jesus, and after throwing their cloaks on the colt, they set Jesus on it.

As he rode along, people kept spreading their cloaks on the road. Now as he was approaching the path down from the Mount of Olives, the whole multitude of the disciples began to praise God joyfully with a loud voice for all the deeds of power that they had seen, saying,

“Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!

Peace in heaven, and glory in the highest heaven!”

Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to him, “Teacher, order your disciples to stop.” He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the stones would shout out.”


Why do we do hard things? Why do we voluntarily endure pain, like summiting mount everest, writing a novel, or finishing all the New York Times games, including Sudoku! I don’t understand for the life of me why people run marathons… 26.2 miles? Hours of running just to run? And people pay money for that?! Why do we choose things that will undoubtedly bring us pain?

Most of us are wired to pursue pleasure and avoid pain. We tend to choose activities with low cost and high reward. Effort is hard; pain isn’t fun—so we try to reduce both whenever possible.

We say we want things to be easy. But strangely, we often value the things that cost us something—things that ask more of us than we thought we had. We want some place or thing to pour our effort into. But why?

There are a few theories. One is called the Effort Paradox. Ian Hutchinson wrote about it in The Atlantic recently. While effort is typically something we shy away from, it can paradoxically draw us in and enhance the value of what we’re doing.

Hutchinson gives the example of the Comrades Marathon - a 55 miles race in South Africa.

But here is the kicker, you have twelve hours to complete it. Right at the twelve hour mark, a group of people link arms and block the finish line! You’re not even allowed to complete the hell you’ve put yourself through. And yet, those who don’t finish often come back year after year—because the effort itself is satisfying.

We see this paradox elsewhere, too. Kids at play make up extra rules or obstacles, just to make the game harder—and more fun.

Now Hutchinson admits the appeal of hard work varies among people. Some are motivated by the joy and purpose derived from tackling difficult tasks. But the Effort Paradox doesn’t explain which hard things we choose, or why. Yes, effort can make us feel good and imbue a sense of value. But is that enough to explain the hard things we really choose? Things like parenting. Marriage. Leading a team. Starting a business. Caring for a dying parent. The pain isn’t part of the appeal—so why do we stay in it?

This is where our friend David Brooks offers a deeper take. He asks: how do people endure the most severe challenges and overcome the most alluring temptations? It’s generally not through heroic willpower and self-control. If those faculties were strong enough, diets would work, and New Year’s resolutions would be kept. No, we tend to endure great pain only when we are possessed by something more gripping, namely love.

When something or someone seizes us, we can’t help but fall in love. And love demands devotion. It animates us — but it also conquers us. It calls for persistence, obedience, and sacrifice.

This is not just why folks get married but how they stay married. It's why you make a third breakfast for your toddler after he fed the first one to the dog and threw the second one across the table.

It’s why after decades you continue in the same vocation, no matter how maddening it may be at times. It’s this kind of love—not satisfaction from a completed task—that makes hard things meaningful. And paradoxically, Brooks argues, the more we embrace difficulties in this life, rather than avoid them, the more meaningful, passionate, and purposeful this life becomes.

So all week I kept asking myself: what seized Jesus? What love compelled him?

Because that’s the only way to make sense of what he does. Why would Jesus willingly make his way into Jerusalem? Why does he choose the pain that lies ahead? He doesn’t just allow it—he pursues it. Why is he determined to face death?

All week as I read the text, it just made little to no sense to me. Why would anyone get on a young donkey that has never been ridden and ride it down the side of a mountain? Have you ever ridden a horse or a donkey downhill? I have. It’s terrifying. And that was on a trained animal!

Jesus zigzags an untrained donkey down a steep slope to the very city where he knows he’ll be crucified, all while seemingly celebrating the ceremonial chants of his kingship? What kind of king chooses this? What kind of God volunteers for death? Why would anyone, Jesus included, go through such effort? And, is there any effort greater than bearing the sin of the whole world with open arms? Than defeating death once and for all?

It can’t just be about grit. This isn’t the kind of effort that brings satisfaction just because it was difficult. No, it has to be something else. It has to be that for some reason Jesus is captivated by love, a deep irradiating love for you, me, and all the world. A love that is beyond our logic of pleasure and pain. A love that is so animating and self-denying that it demands devotion and obedience, obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. That’s what Palm Sunday is all about. It’s not just the triumphal entry, but the choice to love us all the way to suffering and death. It’s a celebration of such all-consuming love.

This Holy Week, allow yourself to be consumed by that love. Let this story, which is about to unfold over the next few days, grip you. Let it captivate you, whether you’ve heard it eighty times or it’s your first. Brooks says, “The capacity to be seized is a great and underappreciated talent.”

So be seized—by this God in flesh, riding on a donkey to his death in order to give you and me life. Don’t turn from the pain thats coming. If anything lean into - ponder it, see it for what it is - effort! Effort on your behalf. As one psychologist wrote, “effort is one of the things that gives meaning to life. Effort means that you care about something”. And it is Jesus' effort that gives meaning to our life, to your life.

All through Lent, we try our best to do hard things, painful things; not because we want the satisfaction of doing something difficult, but because the effort is a sign of devotion, an outpouring of love. This week, take your practice one step further. If it’s fasting, add a day, if it’s not eating something, remove something else. If it’s prayer, add more time.

If it's generosity, give even more. And if you didn’t start a practice—don’t worry. It’s not too late.

Come to the prayer vigil. Make Maundy Thursday a priority—hear again the Last Supper and Judas’ betrayal. Witness the pain of Good Friday. Feel it. It will make Easter Sunday all the more joyful!

We do all of this not so that we will be loved, but to see and experience just how much you are loved already. Maybe—just maybe—you’ll begin to feel the devotion that led Jesus to his death.

Yes, I’m asking you to voluntarily choose pain this week. But paradoxically I think it will make the week all the better. As C.S. Lewis said “When pain is over, it is over, and the natural sequel is joy.” The same is true for this week. There will be pain. There will be death. And there will be resurrection. But let’s not skip over the first two.

Why do we do hard things? Because love demands it. And this week, Love rides in on a donkey, walks through betrayal, bears a cross, and cracks open a tomb.

Let this love seize you.

Amen.


Bread, Bread, Bread, Bread, Bread

John 6:56-69

[Jesus said,] “Those who eat my flesh and drink my blood abide in me, and I in them. Just as the living Father sent me, and I live because of the Father, so whoever eats me will live because of me. This is the bread that came down from heaven, not like that which your ancestors ate, and they died. But the one who eats this bread will live forever.” He said these things while he was teaching in the synagogue at Capernaum.

When many of his disciples heard it, they said, “This teaching is difficult; who can accept it?” But Jesus, being aware that his disciples were complaining about it, said to them, “Does this offend you? Then what if you were to see the Son of Man ascending to where he was before? It is the spirit that gives life; the flesh is useless. The words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life. But among you there are some who do not believe.” For Jesus knew from the first who were the ones that did not believe, and who was the one that would betray him. And he said, “For this reason I have told you that no one can come to me unless it is granted by the Father.”

Because of this many of his disciples turned back and no longer went about with him. So Jesus asked the twelve, “Do you also wish to go away?” Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and know that you are the Holy One of God.”


I think it was Monday, this week, when I told Pastor Cogan, with great frustration, that we really need to pay attention and be on the lookout for the next time this Bread from Heaven series shows up in the lectionary. If you’ve been counting, you know it’s been five weeks of variations on this same theme. It started in July with the feeding of the 5,000 and it’s been nothing but bread, bread, bread, and more bread ever since.

It’s not that I’m actually surprised about it. It happens every three years, thanks to the lectionary. And every three years I’ve had my fill of bread from John’s gospel, by the time we get to this bit we hear today – sometimes even sooner. Anyway, I suggested to Pastor Cogan that it would be a good time to do a series of our own of some sort, to avoid having to come up with five more weeks’ worth of bread stories … again.

But on Tuesday, Pastor Cogan and I were rustling up a devotion we could use for our Council meeting that evening and, by accident or coincidence, I don’t know; by the power of the Holy Spirit, perhaps; certainly by the grace of God for this preacher with a couple of sermons to prepare this week – and yet one more about BREAD – the Council devotion we found included a poem by Mary Oliver that tasted a bit like a generous helping of bread from heaven.

It’s called Don’t Hesitate and I’ll lay some copies out in the entry if you want to read the whole thing and take it with you later. (It’s worth wondering about in more ways than I’ll do here.) But the poem starts and ends with an invitation and command … to joy. At the beginning, Mary Oliver says, “If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it.” And the poem ends with these words, “…whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.”

“Don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.”

So this week I’ve been wrestling with and resting in the good news of the Gospel according to Mary Oliver … “Joy is not made to be a crumb.” And I decided that maybe that’s been part of the point of these past five weeks and the point of all Jesus’ talk about bread, bread, bread, bread, bread. He’s been wearing us down and filling us up with this relentless teaching about the abundance of God’s bread – and all the love and grace and mercy and forgiveness and joy that bread is meant to be for us and for the world.

But this teaching is difficult for some, it seems – and for me apparently, at times, too. We are surrounded by and bombarded with as many reasons to resist or deny or ignore or just plain miss the joy that tries to make its way into our lives in this world. I know you know what I mean.

The bodies of six Isreali hostages were recovered in Gaza and returned for burial in Israel last week, as that region still reels from the war that’s been raging since early October.

And in Gaza, 70% of the water supply and sanitation facilities have been destroyed, so that children drink from puddles and wade through pools of sewage.

A terrorist killed three people with a knife at a festival celebrating diversity in a small town in Germany on Friday.

Iran is apparently trying to hack their way into disrupting and interfering with our presidential elections, which already promise to be as tense and ugly and divisive and full of lies and ignorance as we’ve come to expect, without that kind of outside help.

So, this bread from heaven stuff? … this idea of God’s abundance? … these “words of eternal life”? … can seem offensive in light of that kind of news … this teaching can be difficult to say the least … and hard to accept at best … just like those first followers of Jesus felt and declared way back when.

I’m not sure if you caught it, but I mentioned a moment ago that I had two sermons to write this week. On Friday, I also had the privilege to preach and preside at an impromptu wedding for a couple I had never met … until Friday morning, about 30 minutes before the small ceremony they hosted in their back yard.

They are friends of some friends who live in Noblesville. They’ve been a couple for a decade or so – she’s 50, he’s 64 – and a week-and-a-half ago this retired, outdoorsy, triathlete was diagnosed with a glioblastoma … a malignant tumor that’s already the size of a golf ball, growing in his brain. Barring a miracle, he likely has less than two years to live. The happy couple could use some bread from heaven right about now – and more than just a crumb.

I reminded them – or they reminded me, to be fair – of something I need to hear more often and what I want to share with you all just the same:

…that God does God’s best work with what is sad and hurting and broken and even dying in this world. That God showed up, in Jesus, precisely BECAUSE the world is a sad, hurting, broken, insufferable kind of place too much of the time. And none of us is ever promised otherwise.

And like that couple whose hard, harrowing news moved them to finally get married after ten years together – to let the good news of their love speak a defiant word of joy into the darkness of that cancer diagnosis – we are allowed, invited, called to do the same:

To hear the words of eternal life that come down from heaven in Jesus. To eat this bread from heaven and be nourished by its goodness, in spite of the hard, hurtful ways of the world around us. To give in to and receive the relentless abundance of God’s love for us, in spite of our struggles and suffering, remembering that that’s the reason for this bread in the first place.

So, (close your eyes for a moment and wonder/remember/acknowledge if you can, in your heart of hearts) in the face of what’s so hard in your life and in this world, where have you found some joy lately … even if it was just a crumb? Where has the bread from heaven made its way into your world? Where might you find it in the days ahead?

May we give in to this joy, this love, this promise of eternal life that begins for us, even now, right where we live. May we not be afraid of its plenty. May even the crumbs of this bread from heaven feel like an abundance. May we baptize babies. May we eat bread and drink wine. May we love and be loved by our neighbor. And may the source of it all find us and fill us, always, until we find ways to fill the world with some measure of its joy, in return.

Amen

Don’t Hesitate
by Mary Oliver

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,
don’t hesitate. Give in to it.
There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be.
We are not wise, and not very often kind.
And much can never be redeemed.
Still, life has some possibility left.
Perhaps this is its way of fighting back,
that sometimes something happens
better than all the riches or power in the world.
It could be anything, but very likely you
notice it in the instant when love begins.
Anyway, that’s often the case.
Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of
its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.