Many of you have commented on how much you have appreciated my sense of humor in these blogs. Thanks, but I must confess I’m really not that funny. Seriously. No one in my family thinks I’m very funny either. One moment ago I asked Luke, my 16 year old, if he thought I was funny. He said, “Not as funny as you think you are.” But that’s just it. I don’t think I’m funny. Where have I gone wrong that I have given him even the impression that I think I’m funny. If anyone thinks I’m funny that’s ok I guess, but even I get annoyed with my strange sense of humor sometimes. Thus, I imagine that it annoys others of you also.
I don’t think any of the funnies are funny. Since Gary Larson (not Trudeau as I had previously….that’s the Doonesbury guy…not funny) and the Far Side stopped producing I never even look at the comics. Karla tries to get me to read Baby Blues. To me, not very funny. I don’t think any of them are remotely funny compared to the Far Side. Who will ever forget the one where over the crest of a hill two cows are standing on their hind legs, and one says to the other something to the effect of “Oh, some humans are coming, we better get down on all four’s.” Now that’s funny! I’m guessing that there are others of you out there who think as I do. If so, please respond with at least a “me too” in the comment line.
As I write these blogs I am not intentionally trying to be funny. I am simply writing in a “stream of consciousness” way. In no way do I intend to make light of the situation of which we are in the middle. It’s not even remotely funny… But I am in the unique situation of having something wrong with me and yet I feel perfectly fine. And so, as long as I feel fine I will continue to opine as long as my mind does me fine.
But I must admit that it is remarkable how many funny things exist even in the middle of trials if one looks at them through the eyes of faith in a God who does all things well and keeps His children tucked safely inside the impenetrable walls of Romans 8:28.