Tuesday, March 30, 2010



That's what is overwhelming around St. John's--we laugh about almost everything...well, 'everything' and stuff we shouldn't laugh about.

Nothing is sacred there. We laugh and laugh.

And that doesn't mean we aren't committed and competent and 'doing our jobs'.

It's just that in a place like St. John's, if you can't laugh and laugh a lot, you'd shrivel up, wither and blow away in the next breeze.

Things are different in a place like St. John's. We see more pain and suffering and irrational stuff than you'd see most places. And we 'deal' with it.

Then we laugh.

Not to laugh would be to die.

Plus, laughing is found fair and wondrous in the heart of God. Believe me....

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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.