Rejoice With Those Who Rejoice

Help others to celebrate!

I previously wrote of the need for each of us to “weep with those who weep.”  Feeling another person’s pain is not easy.  We glibly claim “I feel your pain” but rarely do the words speak the truth.  It sounds good; the effort is commendable, but actually coming close to feeling another’s heartache or disappointment may be impossible. 

Nevertheless, caring people are absolutely obligated to work in that direction and to talk the talk that communicates empathy and sympathy.  When a father hugs his son who was just cut from the ball team, and says “that really hurts,” he is probably a million miles from how the lad really feels.  At least the dad is speaking the words of understanding and compassion.

It is hard to get inside someone else’s heartache—going there may cause us pain, too.  It is not an easy place to go.  We would rather stand a little ways away and lob suggestions or advice to the wounded—keeping distress nicely at arms-length.

Now...we note that there are two admonitions given in the book of Philippians.  The first, to “weep with those who weep,” is counterbalanced by “rejoice with those who rejoice.” 

Surprisingly, as we consider these two profound bits of advice, we may conclude that it is easier to approach the brokenhearted with genuine tears of our own than to wholeheartedly be filled with joy when our neighbor discovers oil on his wilderness property!!

Tragedy triggers sympathy and compassion for hurting ones.  Another’s triumph brings forth jealousy—a primal human fault so readily aroused.  Truly dancing for joy when success pours down on a peer, but not on us, calls for a supernatural effort to override our envy.  It is sad for me to say, but another’s loss can seemingly turn out to enhance our own condition.  Therefore, approaching someone’s calamity may not feel intimidating.  But the wind-fall of good fortune, which is raining down on our neighbor, may turn the balance sheet of our life in a negative direction.  'If he is getting ahead, then surely I am falling behind.'  (I am venturing that most of us are keeping score in some way.)

Twenty-five years ago when our family lived in Michigan, my wife and I managed to squirrel away enough money to take a trip to Hawaii.  We were so excited to be escaping our frigid state for the anticipated luxury of a week in “paradise”.  At the hospital where I worked, I discreetly mentioned the dream vacation that was a dozen days off. 

The reactions of friends were mostly 'cognitive.'  That is, they would ask for information: what island we were going to, or what airline we were booked on, how long we were going to be gone, etc.  Decent questions.  All joyless!  Then one physician responded with a hearty “Oh, hey, that’s fantastic!  What a great thing to do.”  That outburst tickled my soul deeply!  Dr. Baker, that day, showed me how to celebrate with another person’s good news.  The others asked questions (perhaps disguising their jealousy) to show their interest; the doctor danced with me.

The doctor read between the lines because I was not showing a lot of excitement about this expensive trip.  I was a little self-conscious about it, maybe even apologetic; I did not seem to be dancing.  He jumped behind the scenes and burst out with joy on my behalf.  Often, that is what it takes.

Similarly, when my friend scored a “hole-in-one” a while back, he did not rush in, shouting and rejoicing.  Instead, he simply told us what had happened.  It was up to us to start the celebration for him.

To rejoice with those who rejoice, we first have to pay attention.  We need to hear their joy, even when it is delivered in a matter-of-fact or even monotonous tone.  A birth announcement of a grandchild may be told matter-of-factly, disguising the enormity of thanksgiving held in check by a modest new grandfather.  A proper loving reaction calls for boisterous congratulations and hearty slaps on the back—behavior way beyond what the new grandpa himself exhibits.

Modesty describes most folks.  So when they “hit the jackpot,” ordinary human beings quietly send up their fireworks with only a small circle of intimates.   Beyond that, triumphs, accomplishments, and victories only leak out and are quietly played down.  It is for these that we must develop a finely tuned antenna to hear the big news the way it should be heard and strike up the band for a proper celebration.

To rejoice with those who are rejoicing calls for seeing life as it really is:  that every soul is hungering for kindness, love, affection, companionship and appreciation.  Therefore, no matter who or what the accomplishment, the victory, the promotion or the acquisition, the person needs the caring, wholehearted celebration or congratulations of bystanders and friends.

No one is too small or insignificant to bring that kind of gift.  Exaggerate!  Stretch beyond your usual comfort level in expressing  appreciation and giving congratulations on another’s behalf.  If you do not genuinely feel the feelings, act like you do.  The feelings will grow inside you.  It is better to act your way to the right feelings than to wait for the feelings before acting.  When you wait, you miss the opportunity to display the needed actions.

When hearts break, the need for support shouts clearly.  Hard as it may be, caring people reach out to give support and encouragement; they know that support is needed.

Accomplishments, however, do not cry out in the same way.  Those who are gifted in lovely ways or are champions and winners do not look needy—do not seem to need support.  They may even appear above the rest of us.  So it seems.  But a caring community grows stronger when victories are shared and celebrated together. And the joyous—shy and modest as they may be—connect more solidly when rejoicers reach past the surface and embrace them with joy.

Some say that the hardest part of tragic circumstances is the loneliness of the journey.  But those who move into joyous achievements say the same.  Rare, they claim, are those who see and share their joy at a level that resonates positively.  Accurately tuning into another’s good news is a fine art.  Both ends of the scale, tragedy or triumph, open opportunities for caring folks to walk alongside, and sometimes dance!

That is love, God’s love.