When I was in Third Grade I was sitting around a table with a bunch of other boys in my class. I began telling a joke, and, when I finished the joke one of the kids pointed at me and said “Mike, you’re stupid. You’re not funny.” And, the other kids started laughing at me because of this.This simple memory was shameful for me and began a self-talk down the future where I told myself “You aren’t funny enough. They won’t like you because you can’t make them laugh.”
In the past few years, I have learned that I need to slow down my life, in order to find a healthy prayer life. There is no more important spiritual practice to me than prayer. It is the way that I am intimately connected to God and who he is. Six months ago, I had found myself with a new group of people where I felt inferior and that cycle of thoughts continued “You aren’t funny enough. They won’t like you because you can’t make them laugh.” In prayer I heard Jesus say to me “If you never make anyone laugh, I will love you as much as the funniest person in the world. If you spend time with me, I will laugh at what you find funny.”Its healing prayers like this, that make me fall in love with Jesus daily. Jesus, is intimately connected to my broken humanity, to my sense of suffering, and he affirms me, nurtures me, consoles me and provides for me.
I can only imagine that if I am loved individually like this, then he must love others like this. And, if he must love others like this, then he must want me to do the same as well. It would be easier for me to reach down and pull Theological facts out my head, but, it’s truly Christ-like, to share in that suffering with them, to listen to their own brokenness, and, laugh with them if their insecurity is not being funny enough.
The Jesus I know, wants to make things right. Individually, communally, globally. He loves all of these things so much, that we wants to be in the trenches. He wants us to be pulled out, so we may enjoy life. To love what he loves, and, as he loves. To smile and laugh, to enjoy the sun and the rain. To embrace the colors of the seasons and the notes of music. The Jesus I know, wants me to also participate in this redemptive liberation. This is, the only Jesus I know.