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Instruction in Joy

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Recently, my department invited our college president to join us for a lunch-time visit. Before he came, we met together to discuss how we’d like to use the hour we had with him. Of course, like academics everywhere, we had many “concerns” we wanted to make sure he heard. But we also decided that we wanted him to know about the good stuff, too—the many things that gave us joy. And so that’s how the meeting began: with a colleague reading a compilation of what we loved about our daily work.

I thought it was an especially important exercise. It’s just so much easier to default to critique—and that’s certainly necessary and important. But I’ve been wondering more and more of late about how we cultivate joy in the midst of the mess.

I’m going to take that as one of my challenges for 2018. As my guide, I take words from Calvin’s sermon on 1st Corinthians: “There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.” How can we better listen to this plenteous testimony?

In her own inimitable way, Mary Oliver gives us much the same message in her lovely poem, “Mindful,” calling our attention to “the ordinary/the common, the very drab/the daily presentations” in order “to instruct” ourselves “in joy, and acclamation.” It’s a lesson that clearly takes a lot of practice.

As a new year begins, may we be attentive to the lessons of joy that lie all about us.

by Mary Oliver

Every day
I see or hear
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It is what I was born for—
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world—
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant—
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab

the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these—
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

Jennifer L. Holberg

I’ve taught English at Calvin College since 1998–where I get to read books and talk about them for a living. What could be better? Along with my wonderful colleague, Jane Zwart, I am the co-director of the Calvin Center for Faith and Writing, which is the home of the Festival of Faith and Writing as well as a number of other exciting endeavors. Given my interest in teaching, I’m the founding co-editor of the Duke University Press journal Pedagogy: Critical Approaches to Teaching Literature, Language, Composition and Culture (and yes, I realize that that is a very long subtitle). I also do various administrative things across campus. As an Army brat, I’ve never lived anywhere as long as I’ve now lived in Grand Rapids. I count myself rich in friends and family. I enjoy kayaking and hiking. I collect cookbooks (and also like to cook), listen to all kinds of music, and watch all manner of movies and tv shows. I love George Eliot, Jane Austen, Marilynne Robinson, Dante, E.M. Delafield, Tennyson, Hopkins, and Charlotte Bronte (among others). And I have a bumper sticker on my car that says: “I’d rather be reading Flannery O’Connor.” Which is true.

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