Housing Our Home

Preface To say that God does not have a sense of humor is to diminish the possibility of fellowship with Him. While we value the friend who lets us cry on a shoulder, it is the friend we laugh with that brings us joy and kindles our spirits. If God created us to fellowship with Him, He certainly intended for us to laugh with Him. We need only a look at creation. He made the pig short, fat, and squat with bristly hide and a face only a mother could love; then, as if to give the pig a humorous dimension, he added a cute little curly tail and a prancy walk. Take a look at the giraffe. God gave him a lovely, colorful, soft coat and a graceful body, then stretched out his neck to an impossible length, and set a goofy-looking little head on top. When He came to His highest creation, He made us different colors and sizes, but while He made us remarkably alike, He made us remarkably different as well. The ability to read and write and be creative distinguishes us from the rest of the animal kingdom, and it is here that He drew the sharpest differences. It is not so much that he gave us different characteristics, He just allowed us to shape our own lives; some are sad, some are happy, some troubled, others blessed. He gave each of us a quality that we often fail to use, the ability to laugh at ourselves. Who has not, at some point, said, “I should write a book”? A few people do indeed write their life stories; others have it written by someone else, but most are never put on paper. When I sat down at the computer, I clearly heard a chuckle and a still, small voice say, “There goes Virginia. I knew she would.” We shared a good laugh at my audacity, and then He said, “Go ahead; I will help you.”