And God Said: Let There Be Laughter

The most memorable TED talk I ever listened to was given by a woman who spent her life researching laughter. I’m trying to imagine what her obituary will say: Doris researched laughter and always had something to say at cocktail parties. Or her gravestone, for that matter. She lived, loved and LAUGHED.

Anyway, the laughter researcher, whose first name is something in the genre of Doris, makes a startling claim: most human laughter is not spontaneous or gut-level. Rather, it is intentional and affected, an often unobserved but highly sophisticated mechanism that we draw on for a broad range of social interactions.

In her talk, Doris (or a Doris-adjacent name) plays clips of laughter she has recorded throughout her career. And she’s right–it is surprisingly easy to differentiate between voluntary and involuntary laughter. She’s also right that a majority of the clips contain voluntary, polite laughter. Weirdest of all, since watching the talk, I have noticed her theory being confirmed in myself; most of the time when I laugh it’s an attempt to validate what the other person says, or a lazy way to acknowledge their comment.

While I believe in social etiquette, I am far more interested in genuine or involuntary laughter, especially as a Christian. Yes, you read that correctly, especially as a Christian. Once some of us asked our pastor what resources he uses in navigating difficult relationships. I was a little disbelieving of his answer: keep a sense of humour. At first, I thought he was joking. It turns out he wasn’t joking at all, although one might say he was advocating for joking. The more I think about his answer, the more I see the wisdom in it. Consider the worst enemies of harmonious relationships: fear, building walls, pride, anger. None of these can be present when people are laughing together in an involuntary way. Try it for yourself sometime. Try laughing with someone while being afraid of them or feeling superior to them. Have fun squaring that circle.

Of course, like anything that’s involuntary, we cannot force this kind of laughter. Like any spiritual grace, it is something the Spirit gives to us, not something we conjure up. We can, however, value it, nurture it and celebrate it. One of our problems as Christians is our tendency to equate spiritual with sanctimonious. But as Peter Kreeft has pointed out, we are talking here about a God who created a world in which cat farts happen. Never forget that! I also think often of something the Quaker writer Richard Foster likes to say: spiritual progress happens best through the Principle of Indirection. In other words, if we tackle our problems head-on, we often fail. The Spirit invites us to come at our problems from a different angle, to probe and be curious, to laugh at ourselves and the many messes we find ourselves in.

In many ways, laughter is the antithesis of fear. I see a thread in my life where laughter gave perspective amidst the relational difficulties experienced by me and the people I know. In one situation I know, someone is joining a Latin-mass Catholic church – making the vows, getting catechised, attending mass every day – and he is worried about how his conservative Christian parents are going to respond. There is humour in that if one finds the grace to receive it and laugh. In another case a father-in-law told his son-in-law he is revoking his blessing of the marriage to his daughter because the otherwise faithful and adoring son-in-law holds the wrong position on some doctrinal matter. I don’t wish to be flippant, but this also is nothing short of absurd and hilarious if one can see it.

May the Spirit give us clarity and grace to recognise the times in our lives when laughter is an appropriate, perhaps even the only appropriate, response the curveballs life throws us.

The Sacred Work of Our Imagination

Sometimes when you read books the most random things stay with you.

For me, one example is the passage in Richard Foster’s Celebration of Discipline that talks about the role of our imagination in prayer.

When praying for a man who is having an affair, wrote Foster, imagine him “seeing his wife and being overwhelmed with a sense of love for her.” Envision him going on walks with his wife and experiencing again his first stirrings of love toward her. Foster even suggests using our minds to construct a huge brick wall between the husband and the other woman.

Confession: I don’t spend a great deal of time praying for other people. Often my prayers don’t progress beyond a few erratic and feverish pleas for God to supply my own immediate needs, and maybe on good days, the needs of my wife and kids. Nevertheless, I love, and aspire to, Foster’s thoughts on the imagination.

I also think the role of the imagination extends well beyond intercessory prayer.

In fact, and you’ll let me know if I’m completely delusional here, but isn’t the entire human task to partner with God to imagine what our world could be and then act on it? Isn’t our world just one gloriously inseparable mixture of the divine and the human?

And behold it came to pass that in the beginning, the Original Impulse for the Universe, a.k.a God, offered up building blocks, after which he/she/it/they had the following insane idea: Let us create humans in our own image (Genesis 1:27).

That, dear reader, was a significant moment in cosmic history.

I know it doesn’t, but I think that verse should totally continue with, “and let us entrust terrifying amounts of agency to these humans in which they can pretty much imagine the world as they will and name it as they will,” because that’s what happened.

Lest someone disagree, note the equally scandalous phrase that actually appears a couple of paragraphs later, surely one of the wildest phrases in all of scripture: And Adam (Humankind) gave names.

Ever since that phrase first became a reality, people have been busy doing it, by which I don’t mean doing it in the sense of copulating, although that’s true too, I mean busy doing it as in naming things. Madagascar and the Mariana Trench, the forint and the euro, VWs and Ray Bans, Andromeda and the Oort cloud, elms and hickories, baptisms and marriages, dissolutions of marriage. In each situation, it is humans who create paradigms and assign potential.

It’s what we do. We imagine and then name. We are always imagining and naming.

Once during my time at Faith Builders, in the autumn of 2008, a group of us traveled to Brooklyn to visit soup kitchens and generally solve world hunger. One evening we huddled together in a common area inside a spartan hostel where a second-year student named Javan led us in recapping the day’s events as well as reflecting on a passage from Isaiah.

I have forgotten almost everything that happened on that very important trip except for a comment Javan made that evening, quoting, I think, Walter Brueggemann: “We have to ask God to inspire our imagination. The Kingdom of God will not come to earth unless we can first imagine it in concrete ways.”

Today, in honour of that quote, I imagine what I hope will come to pass in my life, progressing from the individual to the collective.

  • In holy imagination, I experience greater freedom from the unholy trinity of lust, money and egoism. How would it be to go through a day free of resentfulness, competition, objectification of the opposite sex, fretting about money, and other ‘spam thoughts’? He who has begun a good work in me will bring it to pass…
  • In holy imagination, I see my parents and me expressing unconditional love toward each other—freely, lavishly, and forever. I envision a conversation with my parents where no one utters one word of blame, guilt, or anxiety. I imagine losing our sense of time and space, with everything receding except that we enjoy being with each other.
  • In holy imagination, I see God doing a work among my people, the Amish and Mennonites. I hope God will send leaders, unlikely leaders who might have been passed over because they don’t know the right shibboleths, or they look too worldly, or they look too this or too that. Leaders who will inspire our faith tradition where we have become ingrown and stagnant.
  • In holy imagination, I see God touching government leaders to seek the common good over a desire for power. I imagine now, as one of many examples, that the gatekeepers of the deathly gun laws in America would see the need to take action, to use their power and end this madness of school shootings and of 18-year-olds buying AR-15s long before they can rent a car.

And behold, divine wisdom foreordained that life should happen as Adam (Humankind) is in communion with God – imagining it, naming it, and experiencing it.

What is it that we, in loving harmony with our Creator, must imagine, name, and experience today?