Two quotes I've been reflecting on this week
"Church communities which laugh together a lot are more likeley to grow".
(C Schwartz from his research into natural church growth)
"They broke bread in their homes together"
(St Luke from his description of the growth of the early church)
Our church is not always a comfortable place, some groups and some people are "not in a good place" whilst others are itching to go and itching to grow. Some of our congregation are walking wounded, whilst others are itching to step out in bold faith-ventures.
In the midst of my daily experience of "rejoicing with those who rejoice and weeping with those who weep", my own personal life has been far from bouyant during the past year. Yet in the midst of our ups and downs - and mine - God is faithful and unchanging one who brings love, joy and peace.
Some of my friendly critics (well I assume they are friendly) remind me that joy is not the same as happiness. My response is that it's not the same, but it's certainly not anything less - it's meant to be richer, deeper, value-added happiness. Joy without laughter is like a house without walls - it's not a house!
In the light of that, Sunday was an interesting day. A more serious person than I might say that "God told me to tell some jokes". To me, jokes are part of what came out of the process of praying and preparing for leading our worship.
So I told a few jokes at the start of our summer-season of gathering our diverse congregations together in worship. It's true (for those who weren't there) - the humour was awful. Internet jokes, found under the category "religious jokes, suitable for worship" (honestly, you really can google that kind of thing and get some results).
However, as a means of taking the temparature of church life, it did an interesting thing or two.
1) It offended some - one of whom told me afterwards that church isn't the place for jokes and laughter, only for spiritual things. Others I saw scowling at me from the back row and quickly walking out in disgust before they had to talk to me about it (I'm so glad God made me resilient enough not to feel like the naughty schoolboy some folk want to make me feel like).
2) It created a buzz of conversation amongst a group of people who aren't often in the same place - physically, spiritually or conceptually. Despite the corny nature of the humour - or maybe because of it - the combination of worship (engaging) and humour (tacky) did something to "build our visible unity".
3) It reminded me how necessary and therapeutic laughter is. I picked up a useless fact a while back and rediscovered it recently: Children laugh over 300 times a day but adults laugh less than 15 times. Laughter is a God-given and God-inspired gift - and medics tell us it releases some of those important chemicals to make us healthy.
4) [At a personal level] Feeling free and able to "be me" in worship was a personal affirmation of God's healing at work in me as well as in our church. In my (personal) rollercoaster year, I've felt significantly more drained by the exhausting darkness than I have felt enthused by glimpses of heaven. Difficult pastoral encounters, my family bereavement and some generally bewildering circumstances have all contributed to a sense that, tho' "we're getting there", the past months have been wading through treacle (or - as last month's blog - navigating through fog) but now emerging - richer and more fully human because of the experience.
What of prayer?
As we join as the body of God's people "rejoicing with those who rejoice and weeping with those who weep", please:
1) Pray that we keep firmly focussed on the life of "love and joy and peace" that outweighs even the heaviness of grief and death.
2) Pray for those whose life is overshadowed by a season of grief, for God's timing in his healing and renewing work.
3) Pray for opportunities to share joy and laughter as part of our witness to the God of love, joy and peace.
), a reminder of the Apostle Paul's teaching - Pray about everything, and don't forget to thank God for answered prayer.
), but left me, at the end of my prayers and ponderings to the inevitable reminder that "God will do what God will do", as I breathed a sigh of relief during a few days off work.