Maybe it's just me, I don't know, but doesn't Jesus come across in the Gospels as possessing an absolutely wonderful sense of humor, mirth, charm and
a delight in the ironic, even at times to the chagrin of many?
So many Christians think of Jesus when he's speaking as all serious and even dour and rather lacking in humor, mirth and charm, as evidenced in their
reading of him in the Bible, the way it's said and repeated (albeit some people are better readers than others).
This view of Jesus is rather prevalent in modern day Christendom, and sadly, it can place a dour face upon many a Christian, or a pious, dour face,
that isn't animated by the love of God in Jesus and free and full self expression that Jesus invites us into with the very things he's saying, often
with a smile and not without some chuckling even while he's saying it.
To listen to him would have been to listen to a person who's voice just rings with good-natured, good-willed humor, mirth and charm, inviting you into
a certain confidence that's capable of rendering everything else that's absurd by comparison as nothing but the brunt of ridicule and scorn, and this
is what we fear, really, when it comes right down to it, the fear of being ridiculed, because to accept the invitation might open up a blindspot in
ourselves, about ourselves and our lack of humor mirth and charm and why that is, which for many implies also tears of sorrow and regret and a fear
that there is no hand capable of wiping away our tears, while consoling what mourns us.
We are afraid to laugh with Jesus, at ourselves, and in that particular bind and predicament, that Jesus places us into directly and intentionally, we
either become self deluded and bound, or ultimately, set free maybe even because of the original bind.
They say a perfect gentleman is someone who never hurts another person's feelings, unintentionally.
But what was he to do, what is He to do, but to be so heavy handed with us, and so utterly courageous in his stand for the truth, that in the final
analysis, even if it were to take 2,000 years, or 10,000 years, that eventually we would "get it" what he was really up to, and then, for those who
will or those who can and who are not lacking in both the sufficient level of imagination and reason -- we will laugh again (for all the right
reasons) and come to know the truth that sets us free, and if we are freed for his sake, and by his hand, then we are truly free indeed! lol
I'll return later with a few examples of scripture, which when read with this mirthful chuckle underneath half the time, then it really comes to life
by appealing to our senses and our emotional center the way that Jesus intended to render it, and rather heavy-handidly at that, because you just
can't mess around in matters such as love and goodness, and righteousness. And if in the end it binds the strong man and even the one within us that
resists the compelling argument of utter reasonableness, however unreasonably reasonable it might appear, then so be it, and boom, just like that we
can be brought to our knees in tears both of repentance, and hilarity (at our absurdity and ridiculousness in the low estimation of our value, before)
and then right there, like Isaiah we can say at the throne of God's reason, logic, and love - Lord I am undone! I am an unclean man of unclean lips!
But isn't that state of brokenness precisely what God was waiting on as the preparation ground in order so that we will also come to understand and
recognize (re-cognize) the incredible loving joke that he's both played on us while inviting us to enter into as the new pasture of freedom and love,
wherein we can be at last truly free, to be ourselves, even as we are. How satisfying. How comforting. This is the wonder of God's love for us. Sadly,
it's so far ahead of us generally speaking, that we never stop to consider it at the most intimate level where hey, we all are in need of some serious
consolation and some hearty laughs, for the love of God!
Without authentic Justice, humor dies, but with Justice and Mercy, humor lives again, and in so doing never dies, and there it is, Jesus' own circle
of joy completed in us, with his in ours and ours in him. Who can break that?
This makes perfect sense. Nothing is forgotten, nothing of value anyway, and, the fight and the battle and the triumph has already been won. Claim it,
it's your own birthright, prepared from before the beginning of the world for me and you as a free gift of eternal life, which only Jesus could offer,
but the offer still stands.. he didn't rescind it, not as far as I know, or I sure hope not! (JK)
It is therefore time to celebrate, and absurdly and in a strange and interesting and rather humorous twist of fate, we ourselves were the guest of
honor all along and the catch of all ages. We're a part of it, thereafter working the ropes of the nets (from one angle) and shouting out to one
another with expressions of excitement and enthusiasm at the magnitude of the catch.
It's funny, and ironic.
This is what I get out of reading Jesus, then re-reading him (the red parts) until I truly get it and come to understand.
Am I a good "wife" of the Lord?, no, I'm not, but for better or worse he loves me as his son, because of Jesus, and even if it makes me cry a bit, it
also fills me with the comfort and love that comes to those who have the courage to mourn, but he doesn't leave us in that state for too too long, not
if reason, logic and love is to prevail, and then we're know and in knowing him, we are known in him. It's not an exclusive club. It is a hand of
friendship extended to one and all even if only to consider as a proposition. That it's irresistible isn't it's fault either. It's blameless, like
The alternative is to lock yourself up in a subjective prison of your own making, from the inside, while throwing the key to freedom beyond reach of
the bars, and then cowering in the farthest corner just to avoid the implications of what such a freedom might mean or signify, even if that mean mean
leaving the prison behind? It's not worth hanging onto those bars but we also need an outstretched hand from the opened door, which is the very same
one that wipes away all the tears from our eyes while restoring our humor, and with Justice served so that it cannot be undone or destroyed or
nullified. It's everlasting or it's no good at all to begin with.
Who among us would sacrifice their own personal sense humor on the alter of reason, rather than get to keep and new, just to avoid the truth of just
who and what we are in God, with Jesus (and he also lives in me, and in us). He is with us.
This is both incredible, and absurd, and the only thing that makes any rational or reasonable sense at the end of the day, and that too makes it even
God is a very good and loving prankster. Let him punk you in just the right way. It has to happen at some point, you need to fall apart, as we all do
from time to time, it's ok, you'll be accepted and reintegrated the moment you do, as a lone tears begins to dry upon your face with a smile.
Forgive me for going off on a stream of consciousness tangent. What were we talking about?
Very much so.
What's your own experience and have you encountered this aspect that I perceive about the person and character of Jesus?
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