Children are funny, aren’t they? At about six-years old they start asking funny questions, a practice they continue for a half-dozen or so years. And as they mature the questions seem to get even funnier. It’s always a nice surprise to see again that wonderful childlike naivety at just the time when you thought it was all but lost.
I remember one summer many years ago when my good friend, Clay, and I used to walk from my house to the drugstore to eat lunch. Like some of the old drugstores, this one had a fountain where you could sit down at a counter and order a sandwich and a soda. I don’t remember exactly how old we were at the time, probably eleven or twelve. I know it must have been at the time when boys are alway hungry; every time Clay and I would eat there, we’d each order two cheeseburgers; Clay liked his with pickles, and I liked mustard.
On one of those summer days as we were walking to that drugstore Clay looked a bit puzzled. He turned to me and said “Levi, let me ask you a question.”
“Sure,” I said. “What is it?”
“Okay, now Jesus was born on Christmas, right?”
“And then he died on Easter, right?”
“That’s right,” I said.
Still looking confused, he paused for a few seconds longer and said, “Yea, that’s what I thought¦He sure didn’t live long, did he?”
Day 25 Guide
Today, watch and listen for those funny moments in life. Take time to write down the funny things that you run into throughout the day. End the day on a good note by reflecting on the “lighter-side” before you go to sleep.
© 2005, Levi Hill