April 8, 2018 Holy Humor Sunday
Gen 8:9-15 Psalm 150 1 Corinthians 1:18-31 John 20:19-29
So … who was the shortest man in the Bible?
Actually, there were two: Bildad the Shuhite, and Peter—he slept on his watch.
How do we know that men are supposed to make coffee? He-brews!
What was the first sporting event mentioned in the Bible?
Baseball! (In the big inning)
Which servant of God was the worst lawbreaker in the Bible?
He broke all ten commandments at once.
Have you ever noticed how good jokes take something we know, something that’s expected, and then give them a twist, something ridiculous? I love the one about the man who visited a prison and listened to the prisoners shouting numbers out from behind their cell doors. “Eighty-six!” one would shout; “A hundred and fourteen!” someone else would yell. There would be chuckles, and every once in a while someone would say, “Oh yeah, that’s a good one.” The man asked his guide, “What are they doing?” “Oh,” the guide said, “they’ve been together so long they’ve numbered the jokes. Each number stands for a joke they all know.” Just at that time someone yelled, “Ninety-seven!” and one man began laughing like crazy. “Why’s he laughing so hard?” the man asked. “Oh, guess he’s never heard that one before.”
Jokes turn our expectations upside down a bit. Sometimes more than a bit.
The Bible is full of such “jokes.” The story of Sarah is one of my favorites. Remember Sarah? Abraham’s wife? She was, well, very old when God’s angels told her she was going to have a baby.
Writer Frederick Buechner has a wonderful description of Sarah hearing that news. “The place to start,” he writes
is with a woman laughing. She is an old woman, and, after a lifetime in the desert, her face is cracked and rutted like a six-month drought. She hunches her shoulders around her ears and starts to shake. She squinnies her eyes shut, and her laughter is all China teeth and wheeze and tears running down as she rocks back and forth in her kitchen chair. She is laughing because she is pushing ninety-one hard and has just been told she is going to have a baby. (Buechner, Telling The Truth)
Isn’t that a great description? Can’t you just see her? Of course Sarah laughed. Wouldn’t you?
All of Sarah’s life she’d been waiting and hoping for a child, but nothing. And God kept on promising that Abraham would be a father … until finally she suggested that Abraham get together with her slave Hagar, and of course Hagar had little Ishmael … but that whole relationship was nothing but grief for Sarah.
And here came an angel from God, once again, saying she’s going to have a baby. HA HA HA. Say it with me, HA HA HA. Like that’s going to happen!
Why is Sarah laughing? Well it’s just so ridiculous—someone saying that she’s going to have a baby. She’s older than almost all the women in this congregation—how would you women who’re over 70 (heck, over 50!) feel if someone told you you’d be delivering a baby in nine months?
HA HA HA. Sarah knows the way the world works—and women her age—those women just don’t get pregnant.
But of course, the joke was on Sarah. Nine months later and here came baby Isaac. And now she was laughing for joy. “God has brought laughter for me”—and wasn’t her child named he laughs?—“everyone who hears will laugh with me.” I imagine that every time Sarah looked at her little son, every time she held him in her arms, every time she saw him lying in the shade of the tent playing with his toes … I imagine then she felt that joy come welling up inside of her, that laughter of pure joy, for hadn’t God done something completely unexpected, completely wonderful … completely miraculous? Ninety-one-year-old women don’t have babies … but God promised it, and Sarah did.
There are lots of miracles in the Bible. And when you think about them—the burning bush that wasn’t consumed by fire, Jesus walking on water, Lazarus raised from the dead—they’re all violations of natural law, of “the way the world works.” These things “just don’t happen,” the same way 90-year-old women just don’t have babies. They’re so unexpected as to be impossible … and I wonder if laughter like Sarah’s isn’t the way people responded to a lot of the miracles in the Bible.
The sea parted—just dried up with a nice path through it—so the Israelites could come across!
What? HA HA HA. …
Wow.
The sun stopped moving for almost a complete day!
What? HA HA HA. …
Wow.
Jesus went to a wedding and turned water into wine!
What? HA HA HA. …
Wow.
Christ died and rose again.
What? HA HA HA. …
Wow.
Thomas had some trouble with that last one, didn’t he? He didn’t seem to be laughing when he told the rest of the disciples, “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.”
It’s as if he was saying, when first confronted with this cosmic joke, this cosmic turning the world upside down, “No! That’s foolishness! I’m not laughing, I’m not rejoicing. I’m sticking to what I can see, hear, taste and smell. I’m sticking to what I know is the way the world works, and it’s a low-down, gritty, mean world. Stuff happens and then you die. That’s it.”
Uh-huh. Except that God is alive in the world. And God turned the world upside down by raising his son from the grave. God burst the bonds of death. God looked death in the eye and said, “Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah!” God looked at death’s power to end life completely and said, HA HA HA. And we say, “Wow.”
All this looks like foolishness to those who don’t believe. But as Paul said in his letter to the Corinthians,
Christ is God’s power and God’s wisdom. This is because the foolishness of God is wiser than human wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than human strength. (1 Corinthians 1:24-25)
God’s foolishness is the greatest joke ever. For which of us would have ever set things up so that the way people come to faith is almost never through serious theological study or intense, pulpit-pounding sermons—not through wisdom or power. No, people come to faith by hearing Christians’ stories, by observing their joy … by being blessed by God with the crazy, upside-down-ness of grace.
The upside-down-ness of God’s grace. Our joy in that is shown in the story about a five-year-old I know of who was thrilled to learn the song, “Allelu, allelu, allelu, allelujah, / Praise ye the Lord.”
Like a lot of five-year-olds, though, he doesn’t hear the words exactly the way they’re written. “Allelu, allelu, allelu, allelujah,” he sings. “Crazy the Lord.”
Crazy the Lord! God’s foolishness is wiser than human wisdom. Crazy the Lord! God raised Jesus from the dead, defeating death and its power over us—giving us the gift of life eternal, life abundant starting now.
And like old Sarah, rocking herself back and forth, tears streaming down her cheeks, we can only grin and laugh, slap our hands on our knees, and shout with joy. It’s unexpected; it’s impossible; it’s miraculous. It’s grace.
HA HA HA. Wow.
Alleluia. Amen.