Boomerang Joy

Boomerang Joy

by Barbara Johnson, John McPherson

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Lighthearted devotional that will increase your faith and joy. Written by a favorite women's author. See more details below


Lighthearted devotional that will increase your faith and joy. Written by a favorite women's author.

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Fling Out Jesus' Joy

When the going gets tough -- come on over . . .

and hide in the basement with me!

No kidding! My life is full of complication and suspense. Not one of us knows what's going to happen next. Or how long we have to live. Or how long we have to love. That's why we have to make each moment count in a kind of boomerang way. Boomerang joy is the kind that smacks back to you when you add joy to someone else's life.

I want to tell you about something I have never before written or spoken of. And I'm telling about it not because I want to sound like Saint Barbara but because it is the best example of boomerang joy in my own life! Several years ago I began keeping a list of all the families Spatula Ministries had counseled in the previous twelve months, those who had lost children from AIDS, suicide, or in a few cases accidental death. When I first began, the list included only about 60 or 70 families. Last year it swelled to 370 families, largely because of the increase in AIDS.

I consider this project a birthday present to myself because I start every year on my birthday, December 14. I get up at four a.m. because of the three-hour time difference between the East and West Coasts and begin phoning each family who has lost a child during the year. Many of these parents are overwhelmed when I explain who I am and why I am calling. They're shocked that I remember them and surprised that anyone would care enough to make a long-distance call. You can hear the pleasure in their voices as they express their amazement.

I tell the parents that I know this will be their first Christmas without their child and that I understand their sorrow. There's usually a break in the conversation, and I can hear the sound of pent-up emotion. Crying. Voices laden with feeling, spilling out gratitude that someone remembered.

The time is unlimited on phone calls but let the parents express as much emotion as they can. Some haven't dared tell anyone why their son or daughter died, and I can hear the relief in their voices after we've talked. For many this is their first time opening up, draining the abscesses of pain in their hearts. We know that openness is to wholeness as secrets are to sickness, so we talk some more. Sometimes I pray with them, asking God to wrap them in His comfort blanket and be their healer during the holiday time. As we talk, I can actually hear their spirits lifting.

These calls are made every day until Christmas, and sometimes a couple days after. Then in the first few weeks of the new year, I receive an overwhelming flood of letters and cards from the folks I talked to. That is my boomerang joy! Parents tell me that the phone call was their best Christmas present -- knowing that they were remembered, that they could actually speak their child's name and talk openly about their loss. That simple gesture made their Christmas bearable. A flow of joy comes back to me from all over the country.

At a convention recently in the Midwest, when closing my message, I felt compelled to explain a little button I wear that says, "Someone Jesus loves has AIDS." I pointed out to the crowd that it doesn't say, "Someone who loves Jesus" but "Someone Jesus loves." I want to make sure people understand that Jesus cares. That afternoon I couldn't help adding, "When we are brought into God's kingdom family, there are no abortions. Once we are sealed by His grace, we may fall into sin and lose our fellowship, but our relationship with God is still the same. We belong to God, and He will relentlessly love and pursue every prodigal." I had never addressed the issue as emphatically as I did that day.

After the meeting closed, two distraught young men appeared at my side. They were handsome guys in their late twenties, wearing tuxes because they were ushers at the arena. They had heard my concluding remarks, and confided that each had AIDS and that one of them had attempted suicide a few weeks earlier. Never before, they said, had they heard that God could love them. Instead they'd been told by Christians they were beyond redemption.

The fear and pain in the eyes of these young men melted as they began to realize not only that God loved them but that there was still time to get their hearts right with Him. As we said good-bye, they gave me the names and addresses of their mothers. No one knows how this story will end. At the end of this year I may find myself calling their parents with a message of comfort and hope. But whatever happens, I will not forget those two young men.

Who do you know that needs encouragement and a listening ear? Don't wait for their birthday to call. Pick up the phone and tell someone you care. As you spend yourself on others, you'll find yourself catching hold of a little boomerang joy!


He who refreshes others will himself be refreshed.

Proverbs 11: 25

Way to Pray

Dear Lord, I love the way You were present with people, touching their wounds, allowing them to touch You, even the hem of Your garment. In Your presence is healing and joy. I realize I may be the only Jesus someone else may ever see. Help me express Your love when I don't know how to reach someone or what to say. Amen.

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'This book is packed with good sense and stuffed full of chuckles. The Bible itself tells us laughter is like a tonic. So if you're in need of a smile, you can't go wrong with Barbara Johnson's surefire recipe for joy, boomerang style.' -- Ruth Bell Graham

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