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Guest Post by Landon Saunders

 

Ingmar Bergman, the film maker, confessed to a friend, “I’m about to lose my joy. I can feel it physically; it’s running out; I’m just drying up inside.”

But then he recalled the words of Johann Sebastian Bach, who discovered that his wife and two of their children had died while he was away on a trip. Bach sits down in the dampness and cold of his room and writes in his journal, “Dear Lord, may my joy not leave me.”

And in his autobiography Bergman wrote, “All through my conscious life, I lived with what Bach calls ‘his joy.’  It carried me through crisis and misery and functioned as faithfully as my heart, sometimes overwhelming and difficult to handle, but never antagonistic or destructive. Bach called this state his joy.”

Life can do such numbers on us, and we lose our sense of direction. We lose our way on the trail of a true human being. There are all these things that happen to us that we do not choose—things that come out of nowhere. These things take our lives, and they redefine our lives, and sometimes they change our lives forever.

When it happens, you can’t lose your life—it has so much value. When you are trying to emerge from the wilderness, invest in your life.  Invest in your courage, your strength, and what it means to rise again, and again, and again to go on in this world, to finally walk all the way to the end, that trail of a true human being.