You’ve said the words. I’m laughing with ya, not at ya! You know the experience. Someone does something that is a bit embarrassing, and you just can help it
Well, this happened to someone I know recently. I’m not going to name names, but I’ll give you a clue. I’m married to her! The anonymous person loves to play mini-golf. She is also very competitive. Soooo, a week ago our Sunday evening Recovery Group had a fellowship night. Mini-golf!!! She was pumped up. The adrenalin was flowing. No mercy, she was thinking. This is cut-throat-put-put!
We played one hole. She got a two! Yep, off to a good start. One of our group teed off. Oh my, it went way out of bounds. Miss get-out-of-my-way-or-I’ll-hit-you-with-my-putter decided to run after it. Building up steam she tried to run up some rocks in her pursuit of the stray ball. She made it three steps, slipped and landed on her knees…on the rocks. On the jagged rocks. It wasn’t pretty. I heard some commotion and I went over to her. On hole number 2 she had created a hole in her knee. Not in her knee-cap, mind you, but you could see it through the hole.
So, one hole in (no pun intended) we were off to the emergency room. I was elected to go. I was okay with it, I don’t like mini-golf as well as she does. They took good care of her in the emergency room. Four stitches later we were off to ice cream with the group. I thought I should take her home but she wanted sympathy. I guess I wasn’t very sympathetic or empathetic. Frankly, I thought, if you hadn’t been so pathetic in your game I would be more sympathetic and empathetic. I didn’t say it, I just thought it. Ssshhhhhhhh.
All said, miss anonymous had to admit it was pretty funny. It started in the emergency room when the nurse and then the doctor asked what had happened. Sheepishly she replied, “mini-golf injury.” “What?” they said.
Honey, I’m laughing with you, not at you. You’ve been pretty impressive in that you have been able to laugh at yourself about it. You’ve milked it for all its worth, but you have also been able to laugh about it. Too often we take ourselves too seriously. Sometimes we need to lighten up. Hey, admit that once and a while you do stupid things. You know what I’m talking about. Smile at yourself. Maybe even giggle. Then God can say, “Yes, I’m laughing with you, not at you.” For you see, I know God shakes His head at some of the things I do. “There he goes again,” says God. I know that He laughs out loud over some of the things I do and certainly giggles now and then.. You too? Alright, let’s have a good laugh together. You, me and God. It’s good for our souls.
See you at the Lighthouse,