Joy

Psalm 30

During my last few years at Colby College,
I taught a class, each January, called “ The Good Life”
in which we pondered an array of wisdom traditions’
and philosophies’ answer to the question, “What does it mean to live well?”
And before the class started,
I asked our students to write a little essay,
answering the question, “What makes for a good life?”
And invariably,
the top answer,
boiled down to the word:
“Happiness.”
 
This is not surprising,
we live in a moment in which shared values are a little hard to come by,
and some days, “Happiness” is the best we’ve got.
and we’ve become, I think, a little happiness obsessed.
I recently got a receipt from Chipotle
which read “Build your own happiness.”

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A Wide Place – Tabitha Fisher M’20

Psalm 31: 7-8 NKJV:
I will be glad and rejoice in Your mercy,

For you have considered my trouble;

You have known my soul in adversities

And have not shut me up into the hand of the enemy;

You have set my feet in a wide place

What I love about Psalm 31 is that it, like many psalms, is a rollercoaster of praise and lament. The verse immediately following our scripture is, “Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble” (31:9), which seems counterintuitive to the message of the previous verses. Can David be so inconsistent? Why, in praising the Lord, does David not provide a more cohesive image of salvation from suffering?

As I reflect on my experience with Christ and my experience here at Bucknell, the flip-flopping of David’s psalm appears more and more a holistic interpretation of life rather than a fragmented one.

When I arrived at Bucknell in August of 2018, I had been saved for two months. During the summer between my undergraduate graduation and my entrance to Bucknell, my best friend convinced me to work at a Christian summer camp. I was to be a camp counselor. Leading bible study. Never mind the fact that I was terrified of kids and most decidedly agonistic. The fact of the matter was that I was broke, needed part time work, and, contrary to popular opinion, no one would hire me to cashier with an English degree. My options were slim, and the space I had to maneuver was narrow. Camp seemed like my only option, the barest toehold to push myself onto the next stage in life where I would be back to feeling comfortable in academics. I figured that the kids I could get used to, and the religion I could fake.

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