One of the misconceptions about being a Christian is non-Christians think we don’t know how to have fun or have a sense of humor. Trust me, if the Big Guy can have a sense of humor when it comes to dealing with us mere mortals, so can we.
The difference for Christians is we don’t have to debase ourselves or others to generate a smile. Laughter at life or ourselves is a gift from God.
It’s time for some a little Midweek Mirth to help us get through this virus shutdown, so let’s smile a little!
I wonder if God was so fed up with all our fighting down here He sent us to our rooms.
Did you hear about the bank teller who saw two masked men coming into the bank? He was greatly relieved to find out there were just there to rob the place.
A bookseller conducting a market survey asked a woman – “Which book has helped you most in your life?” The woman replied, “My husband’s check book!”
And now for the bonus …
The world has turned upside down. Old folks are sneaking out of the house, and their kids are yelling at them to stay indoors!
Do not call the police on suspicious people in your neighborhood! Those are your neighbors without makeup.
Day 7 at home and the dog is looking at me like, “See? This is why I chew the furniture!”
Does anyone know if we can take showers yet or should we just keep washing our hands?
I never thought the comment, “I wouldn’t touch him/her with a six foot pole” would become a national policy, but here we are!
Me: Alexa, what’s the weather this weekend? Alexa: It doesn’t matter … you’re not going anywhere.
Quarantine has turned us into dogs. We roam the house all day looking for food. We are told “no” if we get too close to strangers. And we get really excited about car rides.
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: The most wasted of days is one without laughter. – e.e cummings
I never really thought Barb would
take me quite so harsh to task
when I said she would look good
wearing a gorilla mask.
There is no-one now to cut
her hair all wild and lengthy,
so she looks like Cousin Itt
beloved of the Addams Fam’ly.
Thus, I thought simian face
might make her more approachable,
with her native King Kong grace
that has been always noticable.
She did not see this the same;
Electric Bozo’s my new name.
Good to hear from you Electric Bozo. Stop tormenting your poor wife — Nah, never mind, there’s no fun in that. Barb said you were down last Thursday and your post was a little darker than usual. Take care and remember there are a lot of us lifting both Bozo and Itt up in thought and prayer.