Laughter Lives Tuesday is in a Coma

It's Laughter Lives Tuesday, but to be honest, laughter isn't feeling too lively today. It feels more like Laughter Coma Tuesday.

We're just so tired right now. I know you understand, but I wanted to at least mention why I didn't get around to posting it today.

The laughter never stays subdued for long around here. In fact, it's a pretty rare day it doesn't show up at all. I think night after night of interupted 3-4 hours of sleep is probably not the most humor inducing recipe.

I could do the "no sleep" twenty years ago but I'm not exactly a spring chicken anymore. Probably more like a winter warthog, with no hair. Well, that's not exactly accurate... more like "no hair where you would want hair". You know you're getting old when you have to designate an entire drawer in the bathroom to house all the tools needed to remove hair from a dozen different unwanted sites, and another drawer to try and grow hair in the one spot its missing.

I wish someone would have told me sooner that that Rogaine goes on your head, and not in your ears and nose.... and back.... and eyebrows... and arms... and knuckles... oh well. At least hair on my upper lip doesn't have to be waxed off. Not that I'm saying that anyone waxes hair off their lip, no, I'm not saying that.

While we are on the topic, I mean really, what is UP with this whole aging thing? I'm 43, so I'm starting to experience some of the "humor" of getting old. Just when you get smart enough, experienced enough and disciplined enough to make use of your physical and mental abilities, they start to disappear, and fast. I'm diggin' the whole Benjamin Button thing where you are born old and go backwards in age. If I had the body of a twenty year old and the experience I have now... okay, it just dawned on me why it doesn't work that way. I guess God knows what He is doing after all.

Seriously, won't it be wonderful when we get to heaven and it all comes together finally: perfect bodies, perfect health, perfect emotions, perfect minds... all growing to NEW LEVELS of perfection each and every day for all eternity. I can write that last sentence, but I cannot comprehend it, I just know it's true.

The whole "too heavenly minded to be any earthly good" is such a CROCK. Our mind should be FIXATED on heaven. It's where we will spend eternity and this little whisper of time now is nothing more than a staging area for the real show. I would propose a new saying, "people think so little about heaven, they aren't nearly as much earthly good as they could be."

Think of how your life would be transformed if you lived each and every second of every day filtering every choice, every word and every act through the FACT of eternity. Hardships wouldn't be so hard. Lows wouldn't be so low. Blessings would serve to give us a "taste" of things to come, and joy would allow us to dream about the coming day of endless joy.

No friends, thinking about heaven is not having "your head in the clouds"... it's having your head firmly entrenched in reality, in what really matters. If we left Oklahoma today to drive to Disney in Florida, no one would criticize us for talking non-stop about Disney the entire way there. That's the whole point of the trip. In the same way, our whole life is road trip to heaven, and if you aren't talking about it, and thinking about it every day, I would wonder if you REALLY believe the truth about Heaven. There's a lot of misunderstanding about Heaven, that's for sure. Check out my online Heaven presentation if you have time: http://www.seriousheaven.com/

I talked about heaven yesterday and today. I guess dealing with life threatening situations will cause you to do that. I think about heaven alot anyway, but even more in times like this.

Sorry I didn't feel like "Laughter Lives" today. I just don't have any humor in me today. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow after I grind down my toenails again, clean my dentures, get my prescription glasses strengthened, charge up the battery on my scooter chair and organize my cabinet full of prescriptions. You know, "old people" stuff.

There's something wrong when I've got kids in diapers and I'm already thinking about when I'll be wearing them again myself. And all you young, pretty "hair only grows where you want it to" people, don't leave any smug comments. You'll get old someday, and I'll be right there with a toothless grin, a bottle of Geritol, a Clapper and ugly polyester pants to make fun of you over and over and over again, because I'll forget I did it 30 seconds after it happens.

~ Brent