When our kids were little John used to put all five of them in our wheelbarrow and give them very crazy, fast, seemingly dangerous rides around the yard. For the younger three it was a bit thrill and a bit terror. They would laugh half of the time and cry the other half. Hands gripped to the sides of the wheelbarrow they wondered if Dad would ever stop and let them off. For Luke and Lis, on the other hand, this ride was the time of their life. Their screams and shrieks were those of great delight and fun. Often times they were seen with their hands up in the air or even trying to stand up and get more out of it.
After sharing this story on Sunday, John went on to describe the difference between faith and joy in the Christian walk. Faith, he said, is like getting in the wheelbarrow. Yes, we get in, we say ok to trusting God with our entire lives no matter what happens, and then we hold on for dear life, white knuckles and all. Joy on the other hand, is not only getting in the wheelbarrow and saying yes to a ride, but letting go and standing up with screams of delight along the way. Joy is loving the process of trusting God.
I can't stop thinking about wanting that kind of joy.