The Spirit of the LORD has anointed Jesus:
“To preach good news to the poor.
To bind up the brokenhearted,
To proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.”
Isaiah 61:1-3 (NIV)
“To preach good news to the poor.
To bind up the brokenhearted,
To proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.”
Isaiah 61:1-3 (NIV)
Does Jesus make you laugh?
Have you ever thought about
what is at the root of laughter? At least with the laughter I’m talking
about, I think it springs up from joy. Joy is hard to beat—and joy is
hardly more prevalent than when we laugh. Jesus is The Joy Giver.
I love it when he gives me joy. I very much enjoy sharing his joy with
others. And I find they like it when I do. Joy is contagious, often
accompanied by this thing called laughter. Sometimes joy is reflected in
a slight grin. Sometimes it’s a chuckle. And sometimes it’s a
gut-busting belly laugh that we can’t even contain. Jesus gives us
laughter.
I experience joy when I watch Jesus in action. I
experience it when I listen to Jesus. And I particularly experience joy
when I pass along to others the joy he’s given me. What a privilege it is
to make others laugh.
I find it humorous when Jesus intervenes in an awful situation
and overrules the grief he encounters.
One of my favorites is in Luke
7. Jesus is headed into town with his disciples and a big bunch of
people. At the same time, a funeral procession with another bunch of
people is headed out to the graveyard on the edge of town. A mother limps
alongside the casket of her beloved son. Her heart is shredded to pieces
as she carries the hellish grief of her unimaginable loss. Enter
Jesus. He stops the procession and chooses to reverse the
irreversible. Young man, get up! What? Get up? You have
got to be kidding. No, he’s not. The dead boy gets up. Jesus
smiles a smile of love to the woman and gives the boy back to her. At
first there was shock. Then there was comfort. Then there was
joy—overwhelming joy provided by The Joy Giver.
That story has often made
me laugh. Stopping a funeral procession and raising the deceased.
It had to be fun for Jesus to trade the ashes of grief for the oil of
gladness. It’s philanthropy from another solar system. Forget the
brand-new gift car. Forget the gift house. We’re talking dreaming
the unimaginable, getting back our dead. A resurrection. Replacing
grief with joy. And this is just the beginning for those of us who
believe. Go Jesus!
He makes me laugh. Lots of times. He’s a towering
giant chasing away the spiritual bullies all around.
I hate it when the bully Pharisees push people around, tie
them up with legalistic chains, and arrogantly tower over them in the misery
they have caused. I love it when Jesus shows up and comes between the
oppressor and the oppressed. He’s mad at The Joy Robbers. Really
mad. Just read the stories. He’s sick and tired of the liars who
pretend that they’re hot stuff when they are stinky in their souls.
That’s what he says about them. He calls them white-washed tombs.
Tombs are really smelly. Just ask Martha and Lazarus. And Jesus is
sick of the stench that the Pharisees spread around the neighborhood. He
kicks some tail and leaves them scattered as the crowds cheer him on. Go
Jesus! Get rid of those scoundrels! The people laugh as Jesus
manhandles their oppressors, confounds them, and tells them their daddy is the
devil.
No wonder they wanted to kill him. No wonder they
did. Small wonder. God raised him from the dead. The
Kill-Joys killed him. The Joy Giver comes back and terrorizes the
killers. Actually, he forgives them. But they can hardly believe
it. They find it exceedingly hard to receive joy because they are so
reluctant for anyone else to have it. Not Jesus. He’s determined to
dispense joy.
I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of Jesus’ humor.
He had a way of wielding a sword that sliced into the hearts of oppressors—and
at the same time hit the funny bone of the oppressed. He said the
Pharisees were swallowing camels even as they carefully avoided slurping down
the mosquitoes. That’s funny imagery. Even a big glass of milk
won’t help get a camel that down the shoot. Jesus said the bullies had
big logs sticking out of their eyes while they walked around poking at the dust
in the eyes of others. What a humorous image. Jesus was pretty
picturesque. With his words he drew funny cartoons that told sharp
truths. He smashed social strongholds with his humor, much to the joy of
the underdogs. To the top dogs, Jesus’ humor wasn’t funny. It was
devastating.
Look at some of the pointed things he said to illustrate a
truth:
- The
blind leading the blind.
- Giving
snakes to kids instead of bread.
- Giving
your underwear away after they take your outerwear.
- Being
born a second time.
- Chopping
off your hand.
- Plucking
out your eye.
His humor was rather serious.
And for the rich guys that scoffed at the starving people all
around them, he had really bad news. Before they were going to get into
heaven they were going to have to squish a camel through a needle’s eye.
And, no, it’s not a Jerusalem gate so short that camels were forced to
scrunch down in order to get through. That wouldn’t be
impossible. And Jesus was talking about the impossible.
They asked, “Jesus, you don’t think you are greater than
Abraham, do you?”
“Yes, I do. Actually, I think I’m God.” Go Jesus!
Thanks for confounding the rude, the proud and the hateful. Thanks for
chasing away our oppressors and turning our mourning into laughter.
Do you dispense joy in your ministry? Do you let The
Joy Giver use your smile and your words and your hands to pass along
his joy?
- A
knowing twinkle in the eye when someone wonders if anything is bigger than
their problem.
- A
confident word of faith to the one crushed by despair.
- A
comforting touch or tickle that finds the spot that brings a smile and
laughter.
Dispensing joy is fun! Sure, we can’t do it all the
time—but we ought to do it as often as we can. Jesus is in the joy
business, and he invites us to be distributors of this hot commodity. He
wants us to feed the five thousand and enjoy that chatter and wonder as the
crowd rejoices in the abundance of mysterious food.
Do you spread joy in your preaching? Do you follow up
your confrontations of sin with the unbridled grace of joyous
forgiveness? I’m not talking feigned joy conjured up by a misplaced joke
at the beginning of a sermon (though a well-placed one can have quite an
effect). I’m talking about the “second” fruit of the Spirit flowing from
a heart filled with God himself. In his presence there is joy! He
insists on it. He provides it. We enjoy it. Don’t you like to
pass it along, too?
We are gospel preachers. The gospel is about
laughter. Good news, remember? It’s about shattering chains.
It’s about pardoning the condemned. It’s about feasting on the generosity
of God. All to his glory and for his pleasure—and ours. The gospel
is about pointing a finger straight into the chest of death and declaring, “You are
going to die!” Now that’s worth laughing about.
Originally published on SermonCentral.com.
Used by permission.
Ron Forseth is
Editor-at-Large for SermonCentral.com and ChurchLeaders.com. He studied for two
years with Wycliffe Bible Translators and has a passion to share Christ and see
all people groups of the world reached with the Gospel. He served for several
years as a college pastor in Colorado and in Christian service for most of the
1990s in China and Mongolia. He is Vice President of Outreach, Inc, an
organization dedicated to inviting and connecting every person in America to a
Bible-believing church so that they might have a personal relationship with
Jesus Christ. Ron lives with his wife Carol in Colorado Springs, Colorado.