Humor

When I came home from work on Wednesday, my brother yelled from out of sight upstairs, “Intruder!”, as he so often does. I commented on it, and my dad said the house’s immune system must be reacting to me. He continued by saying, as Dan came down the stairs, “Here comes the antibody!” “No, I think he’s more like an uncle body,” I quipped.

At dinner my mom pulled out a book on rocks she was reading. She started to read about Pele’s Hair , thin fibers of glass that can form from molten lava. Not all of us heard the name right, thinking she said Paley , a Christian philosopher. I asked, “Is he the guy for whom paleontology is named?” “NO!” exclaimed my dad, laughing. “That’s pretty bad…”

At small group Thursday night we were going through part of Colossians 3 . We got to verse 12: “Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.” Allison noted that it was interesting how it says we are to put on these things as if they were clothing, completely covering ourselves with them. I piped up, saying, “That’s some nice compassion you’re wearing there.” This caused everyone to start laughing and then make comments of their own. For example, quoth David O.: “I think my humility is getting a little threadbare.” And Harry: “I’ve got a hole in my patience.”