A knock on the screen door interrupted my thoughts. Someone from the condo association’s building committee, sent to inspect the safety of our deck. He, a rather large man, did his part to shiver the timbers. All I can say is, if the railings weren’t unstable before, they’re as loose jointed as I after he shimmied, leaned on, and whomped them enough to leave them and me trembling.
Who of us, if leaned on, shimmied or whomped wouldn’t show a flaw or two, which partially explains why I love and need our bible study group. We take each other as is, assuming we’ve endured enough whomping over our lives, no further jostling needed. We’re good company, growing older together.
We met last week for the first time since summer’s break. After potluck supper, we spent the better part of the evening laughing, not because we’re unaware of sadness and sorrow, pain and difficulty in our own lives or the rest of the world. Sometimes one must choose joy.
Let faith out to smile.
This morning I read in I Timothy 5 in the Message,”Sign some widows up for the special ministry of offering assistance”, which included “helping out tired Christians.”
Sometimes that’s the loose railing, we’re just tired, good and tired. Like a car that’s hit too many potholes, we need realignment. Laughter helps, sometimes better than pills to relieve an ache, or prayers mumbled for a fatigue or concern gone soul-deep.
The older I get, the more I look for laughter, hunt the humor in a situation, like this church blooper:
“If you choose to heave during the postlude, please do so quietly.”
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