The book of Ecclesiastes says there’s a time for everything, including “a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance” (Eccl. 3:4). For ancient Israel, the first day of the seventh month was a time for dancing. A day not for grief but for joy, not for mourning, but a day for great rejoicing. And so, the people are told, “Go . . . eat . . . drink . . . and share with others. For the joy of the LORD is your strength.”
And Nehemiah, who was the governor, and Ezra the priest and scribe, and the Levites who taught the people said to all the people, “This day is holy to the LORD your God; do not mourn or weep.” For all the people wept as they heard the words of the Law. Then he said to them, “Go your way. Eat the fat and drink sweet wine and send portions to anyone who has nothing ready, for this day is holy to our Lord. And do not be grieved, for the joy of the LORD is your strength.” So the Levites calmed all the people, saying, “Be quiet, for this day is holy; do not be grieved.” And all the people went their way to eat and drink and to send portions and to make great rejoicing, because they had understood the words that were declared to them.
(Nehemiah 8:9-12 ESV)
The joy of the LORD is your strength . . . That’s what I’m chewing on this morning.
The people had heard and understood the word of God like they had never heard or understood it before (Neh. 8:1-8). And God’s “living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword” had pierced deeply “to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart” (Heb. 4:12). They had been splayed, their hearts spread wide open, and what they saw wasn’t a pretty sight. Thus, to mourn, to weep, to grieve, were the appropriate responses to such an awareness of unfaithfulness. But not this day. Not on the first day of the seventh month. This day was to be a day of great rejoicing. Because the day was a holy day.
According to the Law of Moses, the first day of the seventh month was to be “a holy convocation” (Num. 29:1), a sacred assembly, a gathering set apart to the LORD. It was to be a day when trumpets were blown. A day when the goodness of God was remembered. A day when the soon-coming celebration of atonement was anticipated. A day to feast and share with others. A day to rejoice. For the joy of the LORD is your strength.
A day set aside so that power would be refueled through praise. Weakness dispelled through worship. Renewal restored through remembrance. A day to be jacked up by joy. (Okay, maybe that’s taking it too far).
Thinking about it, yesterday was kind of that day too. A day when I was invited, as I am every week, to eat and drink and to do so in remembrance of Him. A day when I was called to come and feast by faith, though the table was set with but a small cup of the vine and small portion of bread. A day when, even though the word preached may have pierced my heart and the kindness of God led me to sorrowful repentance, I was called to the table, partook of the elements, remembered the price paid for my salvation, and wondered afresh at the goodness and grace and love of God. And . . . I rejoiced! And in that moment, I knew again what it means that the joy of the LORD is your strength.
Oh, how sweet the sacred assembly. How uplifting the gathering of the saints around the word and around the table. Because it is “a day holy to the LORD your God.” And when we observe what is holy to Him, we leave a little more whole inside. Renewed. Revived. Recalibrated. Ready for another week.
Oh, the joy of the Lord found afresh in remembrance. Oh, the strength that comes from celebrating with the saints His goodness and faithfulness.
Thank God for the church! Thank God for Sunday mornings! Thank God that the joy of the LORD is your strength.
Joy by His grace. Strength for His glory.
Amen?
