“Where are you from?”
This is a question I get asked a lot because I do not sound like I am from Texas. My answer usually goes something like this: I was born in England, lived in California, then spent really the first third of my life in Arizona, the middle split between Ohio and Virginia, and here I am in Texas. I never thought of myself as having a true hometown – that is until recently.
When the tornadoes went through Ohio not even a week ago, I instantly identified with Beavercreek as “My Hometown.” I have so many great memories and grew a lot in each of the places we lived, but there is something about Beavercreek that attached itself to me as my hometown. I finally was able to pinpoint why – because it is the place where my love and appreciation of humor and my own sense of humor developed.
Humor is a very important and underestimated aspect of our lives. Humor has gotten me through some difficult times. Being able to laugh at ourselves in the midst of failures or fear, is a great thing.
Proverbs offers two great insights into this and its importance:
Proverbs 17:22, “A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.”
Proverbs 14:13, “Even in laughter the heart may ache, and the end of joy may be grief.”
If love covers a multitude of sin, then laughter must cover a multitude of heartache.