Whenever I’m in danger of taking myself too seriously, God has this beautiful habit of making me laugh. Take for instance last Monday, when the real reconstruction of the church started, and they brought in a small wrecking ball to knock off the stairwell at the end of the hall. That afternoon, hoping to clear my head and get further away from the noise, I walked down to the other end of the hall, Bible and “Encounter with God” devotional in hand. No joke, the Scripture passage for the day was Matthew 24: “As Jesus came out of the temple and was going away, his disciples came to point out to him the buildings of the temple. Then he asked them, ‘You see all these, do you not? Truly I tell you, not one stone will be left here upon another; all will be thrown down.’”

Classic God.

Or how about the other day. Tom and I are out running errands and in deep conversation about all kinds of things—what kind of car to buy (seeing as we still own one from each of the past two decades….) and whether that spot will come back as nothing or something. Some days, life seems like it’s at a standstill, and then all of the sudden we’re trying to swallow it in one big gulp. And before we head into the watch-band shop, we have a brief theological discussion on faith and trust and how God probably doesn’t want us to keep fretting over all this stuff anyhow. On beat, as we walk into the store, the whistling starts over the loudspeaker—you know, the whistling at the beginning of “Don’t Worry—Be Happy.”

And the Creator of the Universe just keeps laughing!

Join in, joyn in!