About a week ago while in the car, my kids asked me to tell them some jokes. Now, all my life I have been a very bad joke-teller. I can never remember jokes—or if I do, I only remember part of them so they are never funny. My kids know this, and I resisted repeatedly, but they were insistent. So I agreed.
Now the only jokes I could remember were the ones they always tell, and I could only remember two or three of those, but I decided I would give it a shot. I also decided I would say the punch line like it was some huge, big surprise and laugh loudly and obnoxiously at the end of each joke—like each one was the funniest thing anyone had ever heard.
Thinking this would turn them off immediately, I began. But instead of looking at me like I had completely lost my mind, they joined in. They had tears in their eyes they were laughing so hard—and pretty soon, I did, too. We told the same jokes over and over, finishing each one with a huge, annoying laugh. Over and over and over again.
Why am I telling you this? Maybe you need a good laugh. At me. At my family. At yourself. At your family. Better yet, laugh together—laugh with your family—just laugh—over and over and over again!
-Pastor Lisa Holliday