Joy in January

Joy in January - cardinal sitting on bare tree branch in winter

“Joy in January” might seem a contradiction in terms. For many of us, January is a cold, wet, sloppy month. For Christians, there’s the natural letdown that happens after Christmas, after the weeks of shopping, baking, celebrating, and anticipating Christmas Day. Christians acknowledge, during January, the visit of the magi and the infant Jesus being circumcised; then we jump years ahead to his baptism by his cousin John. By the end of January, the manger is empty, the baby all grown up, and the rest of us must get on with our lives.

On New Year’s Day of this year, I experienced an odd sort of panic attack, and it was tangled up with sudden grief. I was watching relatives get in their car and drive away, having had dinner at my home. They don’t live far from me, and I see them often, but their driving away felt like the end of something. Then the tears started, along with a horrible sense of breathlessness. Hours later, I concluded that, for some reason, this year I felt more acutely the loved ones who are no longer here, the celebrations long past, and the physical homes no longer standing. I felt acutely my own age and the fact that more of my life is behind me than in front of me.

I was not feeling joy on the first day of January.

Joy connects with various other emotions, and one of them is hope. And we naturally connect hope with the future. Therefore, if we look ahead and see nothing—as I did on New Year’s Day—we find that hope has left us. Even if you don’t have a panic attack, a few days of catching up on world news can suck up anyone’s breath and hope, as we hear of wars, famine, natural disasters, political conflicts, struggling economies, and so forth.

For people of faith, there must be a better way to joy. For the person who believes in God of the Universe, who creates us and who is the great Lover of our souls, joy does not rely on a vision of the future. Joy roots itself in this moment, this day, and the ever-present reality of Divine presence and energy infusing all of creation, including you and me right now.

Joy does not require a sweet baby who never grows up.

The New Testament Christians looked forward to a future with Christ. They knew that other aspects of their future were quite grim. In their time, people didn’t live very long, and the infant mortality rate was high. They were well-acquainted with war and hunger and violence and oppression. Some of them felt the constant shadow of persecution, torture, and death, because they were followers of Jesus. Some of them chose not to get married or have families because the times were so volatile. They did not find joy by looking ahead to a nice retirement or a creative remodeling of the home or travels to other countries for interesting experiences. They experienced joy because they experienced God in their midst.

So, really, joy should be as accessible in January as in May, for those of us who believe we are God’s beloved. When I realize that my joy has evaporated, it’s an indication that I have sought joy in the wrong way, the wrong place. Joy does not lie ahead of me but is available to me now. Joy does not wait for a better time and more money and a nicer home.

Joy does not require a sweet baby who never grows up. Joy grows with the child to adulthood, and joy energizes that person’s mission, and joy sustains him all the way to his brutal Death and burial. Then, joy truly sings at the Resurrection.

We have delighted in the Baby Jesus, sung songs to him, and celebrated his birth. May we continue with him through all the days ahead, through the growing-up days and hard-working days and times of perseverance and pain and tears and trial and grace and victory and healing and redemption. May we experience every moment as a brilliant blaze that refines our joy and makes us strong.

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Vinita Hampton Wright
Vinita Hampton Wright edited books for 32 years, retiring in 2021. She has written various fiction and non-fiction books, including the novel Dwelling Places and spirituality books Days of Deepening Friendship, The Art of Spiritual Writing, Small Simple Ways: An Ignatian Daybook for Healthy Spiritual Living, and, most recently, Set the World on Fire: A 4-Week Personal Retreat with the Female Doctors of the Church. Vinita is a spiritual director and continues to facilitate retreats and write fiction and nonfiction. She lives with her husband, two dogs, and a cat in Springdale, Arkansas.


  1. It’s April 9,2024. I just picked up your book The Art of Spiritual Writing and I am happily overwhelmed with hope and renewed vigor in my poetry writing .
    I’ve had your little book for sometime but I saw it this afternoon and I’m re reading as if it was my first read.
    Thank you .

  2. Joy is an exciting process. “Joy grows with the child to adulthood, and joy energizes that person’s mission” – Well said Vinita.

  3. I had a similar experience this year, when “Joy to the World” failed to infuse and uplift me in its usual way.
    Thank you for putting this seasonal loss of joy into a larger frame for me and everyone who reads your words. Thank you for sharing your wisdom.
    Peace, joy, and blessings.

  4. Thank you for sharing this, Virginia. Your feelings and thoughts about aging certainly resonated with me. I never felt old until the Pandemic, when I learned I was “elderly.”. That , plus the deaths of several dear friends in two years, has been a reality check for me. I have the advantage of living near the beach and that is where I find my calm. The vastness of the ocean always seems to help me turn inward and think about my place in this world. It is a place where I always feel God’s presence. Your writing makes me realize that what I feel during my ocean gazing is most likely joy. No wonder, then, that I am drawn to my ocean gazing even in the depths of the
    grey and freezing days of New England winters.

  5. It is comforting to know that we experience similar let downs after the holidays, cut what a profound reminder that joy is NOW, and not maybe not where we may be searching. May I remember that Emmanuel means God with us! Thank you Vinita.

  6. This really resonated with me. The holidays are very hard with memories of all the family members I have lost in the past few years and I struggle to find hope in this world despite all the things I do with church, spiritual reading, volunteering, and a home to maintain. My only hope is from God. I appreciate very much what you wrote!

  7. Thank you Vinita. I was feeling the same let down. My family changed this year with loss. I’m older and time seems to move more quickly. Our celebrations were different, but better in some ways. Life is always change. The seasons remind us of God’s wisdom in it all. We are so blessed by you to remind us the joy every day. It is God’s gift.

  8. You know, Vinita, you are spot on. As always. Your thoughtful observation is such a gift and source of consolation and inspiration for so many. Bless you in the new year.


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