“So Levi got up, left everything, and followed him.”
Look at this poppy.
Kinda ridiculous, right?
You can’t tell me that anyone who would design this beauty doesn’t know how to have fun.
Just think about it.
Platypuses. Pandas that play on playground structures. Fainting goats. Birds of Paradise, the males of which species clean up the forest floor and do a ridiculously elaborate mating dance to catch the eye of the gorgeous babe birds.
The fact that humans have such a funny bone. Every culture and society laughs. It’s part of what makes us human and globally connected.
It stands to reason that God, whose very image we bear, laughs too.
Yet so many paintings from back in the day depict Jesus with a sad, Uber patronizing smile. It’s like He knows that life isn’t quite worth living, and at the same time, knows we poor mortals haven’t figured that out yet. So He’s just waiting for someone to clue in so He can say “I told you so.”
When’s the last time you felt drawn to spend extra time with a sad sack?
No? Not so much?
How many people with a permanent depressing grimace have you suddenly felt the urge to follow around? How many times have you felt compelled to leave your job and tag around with a negative Nancy?
Yet 12 men left everything they had to tag around with Jesus.
He had to have been bubbling with life! He must have had a powerful personal magnetism, a positive vibe, an upbeat and encouraging demeanour, for so many men to be somehow convinced that their lives would be better with Him than without Him.
He had to have had a contagious grin, and a laugh that flowed easily.
So let me ask you this – are you any fun?
Or have you forgotten how to laugh, how to let go and be in the moment, how to giggle when the feeling hits?
I know I sure had a phase during parenting where I lost my giggle. I was suddenly aware of the seriousness of my task, the weight of responsibility – nutritious meal prep, wholesome entertainment, high quality educational pursuits – these became such a big part of my world that I forgot.
I forgot that it was fun to swap LEGO character heads. What kind of barbarian gives Indiana Jones a skeleton arm and mermaid hair? I forgot that it was fun to muck about in mud. Don’t they know how hard that stuff is on the washing machine?
How grateful I am for Brent and his sense of fun during those years when I felt that I lost mine under a landslide of responsibilities.
How grateful I am for a partner, friends, colleagues who know that a good belly laugh is a great tension release.
How grateful I am that my littles laugh easily and see the ridiculousness in the small everyday circumstances we find ourselves in. Our daily laughter gives me much needed balance as I navigate the growing pressures of a challenging career.
I’m telling you, God has fun. He has a deep capacity to enjoy, to take delight in, to enter into the ridiculous with just as much panache as He enters our pain.
So should you.
If you are walking around with your face all long and pouty like some of those bizarre pictures of Jesus from the past, how will anyone want what you have to offer?
Plan to make room for a little fun with me?
Father, it’s so refreshing to connect with this side of You! Thank You for the abundant opportunities You designed into Your creation that prove Your sense of humour! Help us to keep that balance between the serious, mature side, and the ability to laugh and have fun. Amen.