I’ve realized two things lately:
1) This blog has become more stale than a loaf of bread three months past its expiration date
2) Christians are way too serious
I can blame my busyness for my blog’s dryness, but what excuse do Christians have?
We can’t blame it on our expiration dates.
For a people that have been redeemed through a sacrificial act of extravagant love, we seem to be walking around like our puppy keeps getting run over by a truck every single day.
I’m not sure if You can feel the chill all the way up there in the clouds, but it’s pretty cold down here.
If the “Frozen Chosen” were a brand of popsicles, it would probably be a lot cooler than what they actually are.
My friend went to a Christian concert the other day and told me that the band, in an effort to get everyone to loosen up and enjoy themselves, said: “We’re going to have fun tonight because seriousness isn’t a fruit of the spirit. Joy is.”
I know it was written on the stone tablets, “Thou shall not steal,” but I’m totally stealing that saying.
Somehow we’ve forgotten the joy. The laughter. The happiness.
Yes, there is a time and season for everything. “A time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance” (Ecc 3:4). But we seem to be forgetting to laugh and dance.
We seem to be forgetting that seriousness isn’t a fruit of the spirit.
Like a spiritual fortune cookie, Solomon sums it up well in Proverbs 17:22, “A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.”
I’m not sure what’s crushing our spirits as Christians. The world. Money. Jobs. Relationships. Suffering. Depression. Illness. I’m sure it’s a list that rivals an exhaustive phone book of New York City.
And I’m sure our joy-less spirits are drying up our bones.
I wonder what would happen if we stopped being a stale people and started being the ones that displayed joy amongst love, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.
Turns out laughter may be the best medicine after all.