Did Jesus Ever Laugh?
There is no passage in the New Testament that
indicates that Jesus laughed. This does not mean, of course, that He
never laughed. He was human and experienced an array of emotions from
sorrow to anger. But if He did occasionally indulge in laughter, it was
not recorded. Nonetheless, it is easy to imagine Him laughing when the
children he entertained and blessed sat on His lap and tugged at His beard
(Mark 10:16).
Jesus certainly approved laughter. In His Sermon on the Mount He said to the crowd, “Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied. Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh” (Luke 6:21). In his book, The Virtues, Romano Guardini regards laughter as a virtue. He reasons that “A sense of humor means that we take man seriously and strive to help him, but suddenly see how odd he is, and laugh, even though it be only inwardly. A friendly laugh at the oddity of all human affairs — that is humor. It helps to be kind, for after a good laugh it is easier to be serious again.” Christ must have noticed the amusing idiosyncrasies of the motley group He chose to be His apostles and enjoyed more than a few belly laughs. Yet He dearly loved them, although He was fully aware of their imperfections.
He made several positive references
to the Old Testament and, therefore, affirmed its contents, including the
laughter of God. The Psalmist states that “The wicked plot against the
godly; they snarl at them in defiance. But the Lord just laughs, for he sees
their day of judgment coming” (Psalm 37:12-13). In Psalm 126 we read: “Our
mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy. Then it was
said among the nations, The Lord has done great things for them.”
When God told Abraham that despite
his old age he would sire a child and his progeny would be as multiple as the
stars, he evoked great laughter. His wife, Sarah, said, “God has brought
me laughter, and everyone who hears about this will laugh with me” (Genesis
21:6). In Job 8:21 we read, “He will yet
fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy”.
The utter
naturalness of laughter is ingeniously described in an Australian aborigines
myth. Accordingly, a Giant Frog had consumed all the waters of the
earth. The only solution to his releasing this life-sustaining substance
was to get the Frog to laugh. One by one, various animals paraded by
attempting to provoke a laugh. Neither monkeys, nor kangaroos, nor
hyenas, could cause the Frog to erupt into laughter. At last, an eel
entered the picture and stood delicately balanced on its tail. The Giant
Frog’s uproarious laughter flooded the world. Life was allowed to resume.
“Laughter
has something in it common with the ancient words of faith and inspiration”,
wrote G. K. Chesterton; “it unfreezes pride and unwinds secrecy; it makes
people forget themselves in the presence of something greater than themselves”.
This curious carnivore has not escaped the funny
bone of an urban sophisticate. Humorist Ogden Nash has dedicated a short
poem in its honor: “I don’t mind eels/Except at meals—and the way they
feels”. Humor is remarkably free of ethnic boundaries. Eels may not
be good medicine, but laughter is. We need instigators of the Giant Frog
to keep us inundated with laughter. For this curious convulsion is good
for both body and soul, and for mind and heart. Scientists who have
investigated the effects of laughter find a correlation between levity and
longevity. This should not be surprising. He who laughs,
lasts. Life may not always be a lighting matter, but laughter means that
there is something else that matters.
Dostoevsky found the laughter of children to be “a
ray of sunshine from paradise”. Children learn to laugh before they learn
to speak. Laughter is innate and children have not yet shaken loose from
their tenure in heaven. Their laughter brings joy to those who have
forgotten how to laugh. The world would be in a sorry state if it were
not for the laughter of children. The sunshine they bring is an
indication that there is something divine about their laughter. Bishop
Sheen referred to the “Divine sense of humor” which he saw in Christ when he
referred to Peter, the man who betrayed Him thrice, as a “rock” on which to
build his Church. Yet, the venerable bishop did not see something in this
life that he felt was in store for him in the next: “But there was one thing
that he does not show… one thing he saved for those who have a divine sense of
humor. It was one thing he saved for heaven that will make heaven, heaven. And
that was… his smile.”
Sheen was very much influenced by the
wit and wisdom of G.K. Chesterton. They shared a longing to find
something of that divine sense of humor more fully expressed in Jesus. At
the close of his book, Orthodoxy, the distinguished convert to the
Church of Rome had this to say: “There was something that He hid from all
men when he went up a mountain to pray. There was something He covered
constantly by abrupt silence or impetuous isolation. There was one thing
that was too great for God to show us when He walked upon our earth; and I have
sometimes fancied that it was His mirth.”
Did Jesus ever laugh? We don't know, but all nine of your readers are Gene, at this ridiculous and pathetic exhibition of cringing excuse-making about Granny Barkes Fell in Woolworths. Shall we look at it all again? Yes, I think we shall.
ReplyDeleteGRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS – THE WHOLE SORRY, PATHETIC SAGA.
After claiming in late 2019 that this dismal sub-James Joyce crap, Finnegans Wake twenty times watered and only 1, 972 words long, had been accepted for publication by a “Californian publisher” [in a post which has, mysteriously, since been taken down], Gene has offered a series of excuses for its continued non-appearance ranging from nonsensical to profoundly nonsensical.
The whole of the 2020 blog has also disappeared, largely because its progress during that year amounted to a series of total humiliations for Gene after he fell for a sequence of outrageous hoaxes wrought upon him by Detterling. During 2020, however, Gene was able to capitalise on the pandemic to account for the continued non-appearance of his non-existent novel. It is typical of Gene by the way that he used a national and international tragedy to stop him from looking like the liar and fraud that he is – utterly and callously selfish. “Millions of people dead in a pandemic? Never mind that, it’s the perfect excuse I need to avoid being caught out in a lie.” Utter filth. Nonetheless, Gene posted this on February 12th, 2021:
GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS TO BE PUBLISHED IN APRIL 2021
April came and went, and no publication emerged, and if Gene published an excuse he has since taken it down. However that might be, the next three months were taken up with one of Gene’s most degrading humiliations [which led to a performance on his part of outstanding grubbiness, seediness and stupidity. This was when Detterling hoaxed him into believing that he, Detterling, had died. Wonderful stuff and vintage Detterling.
Next, we got this on Sunday, 31 October 2021
GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS TO BE PUBLISHED ON FEBRUARY 1st 2022 – Official
Anyway, the next we heard was this ludicrously feeble excuse:
Sunday, 23 January 2022
GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS ... sorry folks, another delay: Granny Barkes Fell in Woolworths was scheduled to be published on 1st February 2022. This will now be delayed over copyright complications with regard to Johnny Bluenote's paintings which are to be used in the book. Johnny Bluenote is a long-term friend of Gene. He is an exceptionally talented painter and photographer. The American abstract artist, Franz Kline, has been a big influence on Johnny Bluenote's work.
[
Nb that Johnny Bluenote doesn’t exist any more than his paintings do. He was one of Gene’s sockpuppets back on TES Opinion and the only painting Gene has ever done was to creosote his garden shed]. Never mind: stagger forward to
Friday, 3 June 2022
Sorry folks, another slight delay with the publication of GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS. It looks now like publication will be in October/November 2022.
At least we were spared some ridiculous excuse on this occasion. On the other hand, Gene did try to keep the pot warm with this “teaser”:
Friday, 26 August 2022
The fish in the pond are seeing red
As Bobby is fishing with Coates strong thread
(From the soon to be Published GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS.)
Which brings us more or less up to date with this, even if it does revive the Johnny Bluenote nonsense.
Wednesday, 25 January 2023
GRANNY BARKES UPDATE...
Well folks it looks like Granny Barkes Fell in Woolworths WILL HIT THE BOOKSHELVES AT LONG LAST IN MARCH 2023. There has been a slight delay because of the copyright of the illustrations to be used. Granny Barkes Fell in Woolworths will be illustrated with a number of specially commissioned original paintings by Johnny Bluenote.
And of course it makes no reference to the purported avoidance of a clash with the publication of Detterling’s memoirs, given that Gene only thought it up on Monday. Game, set and match, yet again, to Detterling, and another embarrassingly feeble performance by Gene.
Amid all this no mention of Detterling's memoirs being published posthumously we note.
ReplyDeleteHow could you tell this bare-faced lie Detterling?
GENE
It is not a barefaced lie, Gene; it is the truth. My publisher [a North Eastern businesswomen who specialises in local books and memoirs] said that as they stood they could be libellous, but that by the time I was dead so too would be the people liable to be offended - and as even you know, you cannot libel the dead. Any profits from the book are to be placed in trust for my son when he reaches the age of twenty one.
ReplyDeleteI marvel at the ironclad, pathological self-esteem which enables you to continue this fantasy of your being an author. You have been a "full time professional writer" for SEVEN YEARS and in that time you have published fuck-all.
And as for Granny Barkes Fell In Woolworths, it never got beyond the 1,972 words of verbal sewage herewith.
GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS - PART ONE.
Granny Barkes fell in Woolworths ... she'll get a free ride in the ambulance Ha! Ha! Ha!... The just man falls seven times... Look! See the tracks of Santa's feet on the hearth... I'll break your ould desk... Say what may the tidings be, on this glorious Christmas morn?... He's lost his apple cake... Look! Look what Mairead has made!... That would bury Dick and Diamond... Indeed he went all the way to the whiney nough... I'm getting a wheelbarrow tomorrow: it's brand new ... I can't sleep with excitement... This is a day above all days... No, we are off to school, c'mon Eddie... I heard a roar between two hills... L to the water Jimmy Harte... I wish that day would come back again... And flying my kite... What happened to your lorry Jim?... Owner not liable for accidents... Lay on MacDuff... Archibald A. Funk... Edward's day out... He cut down a tree from the hedge of the car road with a hatchet - yes, but it's his birthday... I don't know; maybe so... Zat no terrible... I think they did... Look at the size of the flakes! Look at the size of the flakes!... There's a stepmother's breath in the air... He stole matches... Stone taw! Stone taw!... Oh! I love to play when the decorations are up... If I was you I'd build a wall... I would pull the gun on any man... He's a good maker... The Irvines of the wheel, the wild men from Borneo... Time waits for no man, not even John Roy... Jeremiah, blow the fire; puff, puff, puff... Your man has killed Tinker Weir. He'll be hung. You poor woman... Blue ink, black ink, and good red ink... See that sycamore tree? By the end of November there won't be a single leaf left on it... Secundam scripturas... Has he no ears?... Some cherry-cheeked apples he saw on his way... Hey! Don't touch that coal scuttle, that belongs to Stanton Bailey... That's the biggest laugh I've had since I put salt in the sugar bowl last week... I'll get ye Tony... James Hugh Monaghan from Dernee, a warrior I do beliee... Hurling by bum, hurling by bum... Ya'll come now? Oh! that do make it nice... Belledotie, Belledotie… I'd give you a guarantee... Grroah! Murphy!... You are very unsatisfactory... I was reading The Messenger... Yes, and truly, you are best... Drinking buttermilk all the week, whiskey on a Sunday... Back to back, belly to belly, don't give a damn about Yarnarelli... Come day, go day, God send Sunday... The chocolate tree, the sweet tree... The waters wild went o'er his child and he was left lamenting... 'Ma mither is a queen', said he... It was dull, deadly dull, at Solitude... This new wheel of fortune has just come from France... John Johnston's horses are in your corn...
GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS PART II:
ReplyDeleteWhat's ahead for Tom McNeely?... Which one's thaaat?... Night's for rest, night's for rest... There's a yellow rose in Texas... "Hot diggity, dog ziggity, boom, what you do to me, when you're holding me tight."... A field in Larne... Would it be physical?... A stew boiled is a stew spoiled... The Minster-clock has just struck two, and yonder is the Moon... Boys obtuse... And the hunter home from the hills... My hand is in my hussyfskap… Wait 'til I get another stone for you Cyril... McAree, McAra, McAvarn K-Kunny, put in your white foot 'til I see if you're my mummy... What signals regression in an individual?... Bara lynsey, bara lynsey... Hanif? Barrington? What's the difference baby doll?... Patch upon patch sown without stitches; come riddle me this and I'll give you my britches... Are you ruptured?... I'm just warning ye... "Hold on, my door was hit too."... Joe Worthington, Joe Worthington you'd sit till you'd rot... Come to the water fit a thank ye, fit a thank ye, fit a thank ye... Dazed I stepped forward to be congratulated by Lord Erne... Most postmen are dishonest and do steal money from envelopes... Sam McVey... I washed my hands in water; water never run, and I dried them in a towel that was neither wove nor spun... And red breeches... Here comes I Wee Devil Doubt, the pain within, the pain without... Peeping round the door in the khaki there to see the old pair once again... UVD?... Hey! you guys you gotta wear ties... When I was a lad so was me Dad... Ta Ra Ra Bam, Ta Ra Ra Ching, Ta Ra Ra Bam, Ta Ra Ra... 'Twas on a Sunday evening that Barlow's it was robbed: Mrs Barlow went down to the room to get a treacle scone, but when she saw the moneybox, the money it was gone... Genitori, Genitoque Laus et jubilation... Dowsey wee Tawbey... We'll get away again... He relies too much on his effing muscles... The Protestant boys are loyal and true: they are in me eye says Donal Abu... What's the 'with thee' for? What's the 'with thee' for?... Sonny outlook... On a brick-coloured ticket, that's brick Pat... All in!... Water! Water!, er , Tea! Tea!, with two lumps of sugar and a spot of milk... You're aye putting it off... I wonder, yes I wonder, will the angels way up yonder, will the angels play their harps for me?... Whistle and I will come to you me lad... Get that Teddy Boy haircut out of my sight!... The one with the black bucket is the best... Paw! Haw! Haw! John's just laughing at us... The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass... Sandy Row on an Easter Monday, every day's like an Easter Sunday... It's always Torchie and the second years... Willie Ruckie... Milled today, fed tomorrow... It's long and it's narrow, it's not very wide, it wears a green selvage on every side... Let us finance you project... Tilly Versailles... "Yes, yogurt is very good for longlevity"... Yes and truly you are best... No more tomorrows in your career... Naw Ivy, he's nae comin doon… Dr Whitehead... Piss, Piss Iceland dog!... First game for Richmond and not turning up? I was offhand with the woman... You were a greasy little leather boy in 1956... Tickets are sixpence each and I hope you all win... Andera Keck K-Keck K-Keck K-Keck...
GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS PART III:
ReplyDeleteWe sell only the best E..E..English C..C..Coca Cola... Aye but, naw but, could you cut turf?... Hollyhocks! Hollyhocks! over Bobby Lyttle's garden wall... It's well known that he has an atomic soul, and when it soars it does aesthetically so... Well, there's the name on the letter... Curran; Curran naturely… I don't know where I left it; I must have left it in my diary... Sugden's regret was that he had wasted police time... "You took the coat hanger to it."... The seas obey, the fetters break and lifeless limbs thou dost restore... You could easily stand on Kelly's hills and count his skinny ribs... Barefooted thatcher, Pa Bunty... Have you got a wagon to put these wheels on?... Leave your briefs with us... Lauda Jerusalem Dominum, Lauda Deum tuum Sion... Man attacked and thoroughly beaten; attackers make off in a posh car... Swiftly, silently and unseen... It's a knock on! It's a knock on!... You see Missus D; there's the cow and there's the gate... "C'mon... let's get home for the beef and spuds."... Ecce Panis Angelorum… Can it be I can't see the curtain?... Dee daw Marjorie Raw... You're idle for stelk... Saucepan gossiper... Corduroy for every boy, cordurat for every cat... We're the boys that fears no noise, we are the bold Drumarda boys... On Saturday night we all got tight and Cassidy brought us over... Silver Saturday, jink night... Listening to the footsteps of the boys from Tedd... Dick Nan's: just the spot for a picnic... Are we seeing daylight?... That last brattle was terrible... Listen to me George: "Would you like white stones on your grave?"... Fish away... Going to the hop? Should be good... At least when it rains in Torquay it is still warm... You know I have an affection for thee... Miss Minihan may laugh; but Miss Minihan is a barbarian... I've got an interview with the COM. Social Committee... When life stretched out before him he refused to look that way... The bespectacled roadman... Have you ever been to Bellevue Kitty?... Chick a boom, chick a rack; chick a boom, chick a rack, and the yellow skirt goes swinging... Pete the birdman will now fly... I've had a pie... And the hunter home from the hills... What age are you now?... Mr. Marley has been dead these seven years, Scrooge replied. It's fair now Auntie... He died seven years ago, this very night... Too strong Grandad, too strong... Go on Balfour!... Santa Agatha, ora pro nobis... "Pope Pius XII died during the night."... The Ypres Salient at Night... Histracy... Wherefore have you left your sheep on that stony mountain steep?... Eee ba gum lad, some good motorbikes oop north... Hi for a toffer and hi for it still; and hi for the wee lad lies over the hill... The river eddy whirls... Beati Michaeli archangelo... Put a table in the hall and it will do fine... And he fully did... Jimmy Hicks is not in hell... Rushe came down last night... Tis but a Dolly Mixture... I know my nick name... Uncle Merry... For aye for guide: very good neighbours, but keep your back to us... Apostrophe at the Post Office today... Let the reindeers go. Let them go!... For God's sake Master, you couldn't do them sums... Good morrow Mick...
GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS PART IV:
ReplyDelete... No-one will read your papers... Oh! Hugh is staunch... Jack's in Diviney... Smithers... Stick to your job... You're only making a faddle (fardel) of yourself... Here's Dalzell; "I'm going up the stairs now."... I could be in Kensington tomorrow... There's a car... The image of a girl... Deeper than the wishing well... Ballina, Balnabroka, Anahinahola, don't show the white feather wherever you go... Carolina moon... What a beautiful day! What must heaven be like?... Do you know our d'Brian?... There they are... Who got hit?... You're nice Miss Rice.... I see said the blind man... Better class walnut Mollie...The fish in the pond are seeing red as Bobby is fishing with Coates strong thread... And all round Peter Brewer's car... Foldorol… Silent Ginnio; holy Ned... And those who come from distance far are always late for tea... Oh! to be in Doonaree... All day all night Marianne; down by the seaside sifting sand... Look at the way he's twisting that stick... Now it's tied; now it's tied; and now it's Tide... He went from the livery stable... There's a cock's stride on the dunghill... All silver no brass. Bad money won't pass... Samson Burke, Sammy Berg: Who's kidding who?...He won't know himself in this lovely place... You've given me a taste of fame... I predict she'll soon be back with Desi Arnaz Jr who phones her nightly from California... There was a wild colonial boy Jack Saltey was his name. Gory night in Yonkers... Geoff Duke. Teach these kids how to play ball... Ballydainty… Brockman here... Elenore Gee! I think you're swell... A train-band captain eke was he from Ballylucas town... The people they call me Calypso Joe. Peas ... er, from our garden. Delish... Oh! my diploma... I win a pound... The ancient ring post snapped like a matchstick... I think, I think, that she's the mostest of the lot, and furthermore she is the only chick I got... Nicolette, I can pick 'em!... Raddle diddle da ha ha... A great time of day to be in such good humour... They all wore black coats and black top hats and they turned and went up to your room... Deep, deep river, away, away... Early morning light, Rat ta-tat ta-tat ta-tat. Rat ta-tat ta-tat ta-tat...
And that, so help me. is that. The kind of writing that stinks the place out. What publisher in his right senses would spend money on putting that crap on the market?
GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS – THE WHOLE PATHETIC SAGA.
ReplyDeleteAfter claiming in late 2019 that this dismal sub-James Joyce crap, Finnegans Wake twenty times watered and only 1, 972 words long, had been accepted for publication by a “Californian publisher” [in a post which has, mysteriously, since been taken down], Gene has offered a series of excuses for its continued non-appearance ranging from nonsensical to profoundly nonsensical.
The whole of the 2020 blog has also disappeared, largely because its progress during that year amounted to a series of total humiliations for Gene after he fell for a sequence of outrageous hoaxes wrought upon him by Detterling. During 2020, however, Gene was able to capitalise on the pandemic to account for the continued non-appearance of his non-existent novel. It is typical of Gene that he used a national and international tragedy to stop him from looking like the liar and fraud that he is – utterly, callously selfish. “Millions of people dead in a pandemic? Never mind that - it’s the perfect excuse I need to avoid being caught out in a lie.” Utter filth.
Nonetheless, Gene posted this on February 12th, 2021:
GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS TO BE PUBLISHED IN APRIL 2021
April 2021 came and went, and no publication emerged. If Gene published an excuse he has since taken it down. However that might be, the next three months were taken up with one of Gene’s most degrading humiliations [leading to a performance on his part of outstanding grubbiness, seediness and idiocy. This was when Detterling hoaxed him into believing that he, Detterling, had died. Wonderful stuff and vintage Detterling. Next, we got this on Sunday, 31 October 2021:
GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS TO BE PUBLISHED ON FEBRUARY 1st 2022 – Official
The next we heard was this ludicrously feeble excuse:
Sunday, 23 January 2022
GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS ... "sorry folks, another delay: Granny Barkes Fell in Woolworths was scheduled to be published on 1st February 2022. This will now be delayed over copyright complications with regard to Johnny Bluenote's paintings which are to be used in the book. Johnny Bluenote is a long-term friend of Gene. He is an exceptionally talented painter and photographer. The American abstract artist, Franz Kline, has been a big influence on Johnny Bluenote's work."
[Johnny Bluenote doesn’t exist any more than his paintings do. The name was one of Gene’s sockpuppets back on TES Opinion and the only painting Gene has ever done was to creosote his garden shed].
Never mind: stagger forward to Friday, 3 June 2022:
"Sorry folks, another slight delay with the publication of GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS. It looks now like publication will be in October/November 2022. At least we were spared some ridiculous excuse on this occasion. On the other hand, Gene did try to keep the pot warm with this “teaser”:
Friday, 26 August 2022
The fish in the pond are seeing red
As Bobby is fishing with Coates strong thread
(From the soon to be Published GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS.)
Which brings us more or less up to date with this, even if it does revive the Johnny Bluenote nonsense.
Wednesday, 25 January 2023
GRANNY BARKES UPDATE...
"Well folks it looks like Granny Barkes Fell in Woolworths WILL HIT THE BOOKSHELVES AT LONG LAST IN MARCH 2023. There has been a slight delay because of the copyright of the illustrations to be used. Granny Barkes Fell in Woolworths will be illustrated with a number of specially commissioned original paintings by Johnny Bluenote."
And of course it makes no reference to the purported avoidance of a clash with the publication of Detterling’s memoirs, given that Gene only thought it up on Monday. Game, set and match, yet again, to Detterling, and another embarrassingly feeble performance by Gene. And you have to wince at the level of barminess evinced by Gene's promise to autograph the first 10,000 copies. That is serious psychosis, the poor sod.
So Sebastian will inherit the royalties from Detterling's memoirs. That should just about enable him to buy a Big Mac and chips at McDonalds. Ha! Ha! Ha!
ReplyDeleteGENE
Whereas there will be no royalties for Granny Barkes Fell in Woolworths, now or ever. You must hold some sort of record, Gene: seven years as a "professional full time writer" [sic], and you have published and been paid the square root of fuck all. First ten thousand copies, my arse.
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