Hilarity

Tonight, our 5 month old girl started laughing, out-loud belly laughs, at our 2 year old. K, the little one, is a quiet, reserved girl who doles out laughter with discretion. Big Sister is a ball of energy who laughs and cries with impunity. They were across the bed from each other and started laughing from unprompted delight. They fed off each other and accelerated toward the sweet exhaustation of hilarity.

When Jesus lamented over Jerusalem, weeping for the lost in the city, I do not believe that He was crying for their lost souls, because He was fixing to do something about that. I think he was weeping because they were missing the beauty He intended for them. He was weeping because they misunderstood the nature of the Kingdom. He lamented because His children were miserable in their vain pursuits. He wept because they disgraced themselves with selfish preoccupation and the pursuit of power. They distorted the truth of a loving God who would call them all to the mountain, wipe the tears of all people, remove their disgrace and who would host them at His table.

If God intended us to take some meaning from the metaphor of a Father, then he rejoices when we make each other laugh. If I witnessed any truth tonight as my daughters celebrated each other and communicated only as sisters do, then I felt how God must feel when His kids delight in each other. Nothing funny happened to start K & B's laughter except their own joy for each other. They were just happy to be together, and they drew their Parents into that joy.

I bet Jesus cracks up when we love each other.