Humor is, as I have mentioned, a gift from God. Humor can take almost any situation and somehow blunt the horror or the sadness of an event with a prescient & witty observation. We call our friends to cheer us up, to lighten our day, to make us laugh. We don't call them with the hope of hearing tales of woe and burning worlds. I have heard incredibly funny stuff at the bedside of a terminally ill, bed-ridden cancer patient - from the patient himself. I have experienced the joy and the relief of laughter at a funeral. Now, no one in the room was so calloused that they denied the physical and emotional torment of the moment – but humor did somehow expose this great truth – that the suffering was a moment.
Humor reminds us that suffering is not the norm. Tragedy invades us, and as one writer said, “surprises us.” The very reason that suffering seems invasive and surprising is due to the fact that our God is a good God who desires good for His creation. When it doesn’t play out that way, we are, naturally, surprised. Humor nudges us back to the truth that suffering is irregular & temporal – thus ultimately less powerful than joy. (Joy is eternal humor – the best kind to shoot for).
My dad relayed a wonderful story to me recently that involved a roomful of my Irish Aunties and my Irish Granny. All of them have long departed this earth – sad – right? But, somehow the anecdotes from their life lessen the loss I feel for each of them. They still somehow live through the gift of humor. Here goes the story…
The Riley sisters were gathered in Chicago at the home of Aunt Maude. My grandmother, Juanita (Note: Here is something funny - Grandma wouldn’t allow anyone to pronounce this beautiful Spanish name the way it was supposed to be pronounced. She insisted that it be pronounced: juh–night-uh!) had made the trek up to Chicago from her farm in Northeast Missouri. Also in the room was my Aunt Virgie. Aunt Virgie had gone totally Chicago –gladly betraying her humble rural origins. I saw pictures of her from the roaring twenties. She was a genuine “flapper.” Aunt Maude, who also lived in Chicago, had settled into the “Archie Bunker”, working class, section of Chicago. My Grandma remained unchanged throughout her life. She was a single mom who had raised her only child (my mom) and somehow kept the family farm solvent while going through the Great Depression and the death of her husband. To get these three together always provided ample opportunity for the most outrageous conversations.
My parents happened to be there on the day the sisters were gathered. Unfortunately, my dad was suffering from a nasty headache and had retired to a couch while the sisters visited. As he lay there suffering, he listened in as the three sisters carried on what seemed to be three different conversations at the same time. Finally someone brought up a name that all the sisters knew. This brought unity and focus to the conversation. Gossip always does. I will share with you the conversation as my dad relayed it to me…
Aunt Maude: “Well, you know...she has to shave now. (Long pause) She has a mustache…” (Another long pause)
Aunt Virgie: “That’s because of those 'harmones' (sic)…”
Grandma: “ Harmones HELL…She’s FRENCH!”
In spite of the splitting headache, my dad began to convulse in laughter – as did I when I heard the story. The funeral for my beloved, feisty, quirky, Irish granny was a moment in time. This story transcends time.
One of the most consistent themes in the voluminous writings of CS Lewis was the issue of joy. It was he who said this: “Joy is the serious business of heaven.” (Letters To Malcom: Chiefly on Prayer, p.93) Lewis never dismissed the notion of suffering. In fact, he wrote about it extensively. But, he never believed in the notion of suffering as a natural antecedent to joy. He spoke of it more in terms of a temporary vapor that would not withstand the light of day. Joy is eternal. Suffering is ephemeral.
The gospel of Jesus Christ is called “the good news.” It is referred to prophetically as the “glad tidings which bring great joy.” If joy is the serious business of heaven, Jesus is the poster child of that great enterprise. “…Because of the joy awaiting Him, he endured the cross, despising the shame.” Hebrews 12:2 Followers of Him take note…
Of all the people in the world who should be the least depressed and the least sidetracked by the vagaries of this life – it should be the person who not only has placed his or her faith in the glad tidings – but who is now internally & eternally connected with that source. Being a Christian is not the mental ascent to a preferred set of beliefs or values. It is not even really about trying hard to be good. Being a Christian means that you have allowed yourself to become inhabited by joy itself. A persistently “depressed believer” is an oxymoron. We’ve neither the commission nor even the right to carry such a burden. Our only commission is to carry Him.
Be Well Blessed…
-CJ
(Note: The next Blog on Humor – Part 6 – will examine that super hilarious book: Foxe’s Book Of Martyrs)
Humor reminds us that suffering is not the norm. Tragedy invades us, and as one writer said, “surprises us.” The very reason that suffering seems invasive and surprising is due to the fact that our God is a good God who desires good for His creation. When it doesn’t play out that way, we are, naturally, surprised. Humor nudges us back to the truth that suffering is irregular & temporal – thus ultimately less powerful than joy. (Joy is eternal humor – the best kind to shoot for).
My dad relayed a wonderful story to me recently that involved a roomful of my Irish Aunties and my Irish Granny. All of them have long departed this earth – sad – right? But, somehow the anecdotes from their life lessen the loss I feel for each of them. They still somehow live through the gift of humor. Here goes the story…
The Riley sisters were gathered in Chicago at the home of Aunt Maude. My grandmother, Juanita (Note: Here is something funny - Grandma wouldn’t allow anyone to pronounce this beautiful Spanish name the way it was supposed to be pronounced. She insisted that it be pronounced: juh–night-uh!) had made the trek up to Chicago from her farm in Northeast Missouri. Also in the room was my Aunt Virgie. Aunt Virgie had gone totally Chicago –gladly betraying her humble rural origins. I saw pictures of her from the roaring twenties. She was a genuine “flapper.” Aunt Maude, who also lived in Chicago, had settled into the “Archie Bunker”, working class, section of Chicago. My Grandma remained unchanged throughout her life. She was a single mom who had raised her only child (my mom) and somehow kept the family farm solvent while going through the Great Depression and the death of her husband. To get these three together always provided ample opportunity for the most outrageous conversations.
My parents happened to be there on the day the sisters were gathered. Unfortunately, my dad was suffering from a nasty headache and had retired to a couch while the sisters visited. As he lay there suffering, he listened in as the three sisters carried on what seemed to be three different conversations at the same time. Finally someone brought up a name that all the sisters knew. This brought unity and focus to the conversation. Gossip always does. I will share with you the conversation as my dad relayed it to me…
Aunt Maude: “Well, you know...she has to shave now. (Long pause) She has a mustache…” (Another long pause)
Aunt Virgie: “That’s because of those 'harmones' (sic)…”
Grandma: “ Harmones HELL…She’s FRENCH!”
In spite of the splitting headache, my dad began to convulse in laughter – as did I when I heard the story. The funeral for my beloved, feisty, quirky, Irish granny was a moment in time. This story transcends time.
One of the most consistent themes in the voluminous writings of CS Lewis was the issue of joy. It was he who said this: “Joy is the serious business of heaven.” (Letters To Malcom: Chiefly on Prayer, p.93) Lewis never dismissed the notion of suffering. In fact, he wrote about it extensively. But, he never believed in the notion of suffering as a natural antecedent to joy. He spoke of it more in terms of a temporary vapor that would not withstand the light of day. Joy is eternal. Suffering is ephemeral.
The gospel of Jesus Christ is called “the good news.” It is referred to prophetically as the “glad tidings which bring great joy.” If joy is the serious business of heaven, Jesus is the poster child of that great enterprise. “…Because of the joy awaiting Him, he endured the cross, despising the shame.” Hebrews 12:2 Followers of Him take note…
Of all the people in the world who should be the least depressed and the least sidetracked by the vagaries of this life – it should be the person who not only has placed his or her faith in the glad tidings – but who is now internally & eternally connected with that source. Being a Christian is not the mental ascent to a preferred set of beliefs or values. It is not even really about trying hard to be good. Being a Christian means that you have allowed yourself to become inhabited by joy itself. A persistently “depressed believer” is an oxymoron. We’ve neither the commission nor even the right to carry such a burden. Our only commission is to carry Him.
Be Well Blessed…
-CJ
(Note: The next Blog on Humor – Part 6 – will examine that super hilarious book: Foxe’s Book Of Martyrs)
4 comments:
*First of all, more than a month is way too long to keep us waiting for another CJ blog....
I agree 'A persistently “depressed believer” is an oxymoron'. However,too often I see that far more than I see one filled with joy. And I am guilty myself at times of reflecting an other than Christ-like disposition in this area. The word God has been speaking to me this week is perspective. If we focus on what is earthly and not eternal, we will project something that is not joy, and is usually pretty unattractive. However, if we turn our perspective to that which is eternal, and approach everything with thankfulness, then we truly can 'count it all joy'. If someone needs encouragement, the last thing they need is someone who will bring them down even further. Joy - true joy - is contagious. Who knows - perhaps if we start walking in Joy instead of, well, everything else we tend to walk in, we may even find people attracted to what we have and want to know more, rather than being turned off by our (sometimes judgmental)attitudes that don't seem to be any happier than the rest of the world...*
Good medicine, no-wait! Great medicine. God IS good and He is in a good mood. All else we can blame on the French! Have a great day CJ.
J
I really appreciate your posts CJ! They are always on target with great words of wisdom! When i think of the word humor a couple of thoughts come to mind. Happiness and joy!
Happiness is temporal, but joy is everlasting!
This is from William Blake: "Kissing the Joy"
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies,
Lives in eternity's sunrise.
*By the way - thanks for not superimposing YOUR picture onto the "Ladies", that's not a picture I'd want to remember.....:)*
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