I think telling the same joke over and over again somehow makes it funnier. Here’s one of my favorites: when I visit friends with a newborn baby I take the child in my arms and stare lovingly at the infant. The baby and I coo and chat with one another. But when I hand the baby back to its mother, I strike the most serious posture possible. “I’m so sorry,” my voice is filled with deep concern, “but I think your child is illiterate.” Hysterical, right? But it’s actually a parable about how natural growth has something to teach us about spiritual growth.
How Natural Growth Teaches About Spiritual Growth
It gets worse. Not only do I think my comedic stylings rival those of Jack Black, I also think my philosophical depth rivals Kierkegaard. Each one of us is born fully human. Each of us has the potential for relationships filled with love, kindness, mercy, and grace. And each of us is born a complete idiot.