Humor is the best medicine
SOUL FOOD
A few weeks ago my husband Michael and I created a three-day weekend
so we could make a short road trip to Yosemite and stay there for a
couple of days.
On the way up to the national park we stopped to relish the
wildflowers near Gorman. We missed the peak of the season but we
would have never known if someone hadn’t later told us.
A blanket of deep blue lupine and pale blue gilia, creamy-white
tidy tips and cream cups, purple owls clover, orange California
poppies and golden coreopsis covered the hills of the Tejon Pass as
profusely as flowers on any Rose Bowl Parade float.
The grasses were beginning to brown, it was true, but stepping
into those fields was like stepping into a 3-D, impressionistic
landscape born from artist brushes of a painter like Georges Seurat
or, as it seemed, straight from the hands of God.
The flowers, lighted by the morning sun, swayed in a gentle
breeze. I could have sworn they were singing from Psalm 96.
“Sing to the Lord, all the earth.
Proclaim the good news of his salvation from day to day.
Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad;
Let the field be joyful, and all that is in it.
Then all the trees of the woods will rejoice before the Lord.
For he is coming.”
In Yosemite we were surrounded by still more of the beauty of the
Earth. We were blessed over the days with every kind of weather,
rain, sun, hail and snow, and with the company of many members of our
family.
We hiked to waterfalls and rock falls, and lakes and giant
Sequoias flocked with new snow. We marveled at the beauty of the
Earth. Little could have made the trek any better.
When the time came, it was difficult to head home. But the route,
although it was freeway most of the way, was also pleasant as it
threaded though farmland, small towns and budding vineyards.
I don’t know who first said, “All good things must come to an
end,” but I’m certain he spoke from experience because the saying is
just too true. In our case, the pleasant spell of a pastoral time-out
came to an end quite abruptly.
A dog had wandered up an onramp onto busy Highway 41, right where
it meets Highway 99. My husband, like a number of other drivers, came
to stop to avoid hitting it.
Our car stopped inches short of the panicked creature. For a
moment, the animal froze and his doe-like, bewildered eyes met mine
before he bolted.
In the next moment, our car heaved forwarded under a power not its
own. The driver of the car behind us never noticed the stopped and
slowing traffic. Her car hit ours. Another car hit the dog.
We were not hurt and neither was the driver of the car that hit
ours or her passenger, thank God. But the vacation luster was clearly
tarnished and we had hundreds of miles to drive home in our limping
sedan.
We rolled along for many miles and I could have sworn all the
sound had been sucked out of the world. When bad things happen, my
knee-jerk reaction is to insist that God explain just exactly why.
By the time we reached the Pioneer Truck Stop in Delano, I needed
to do something to turn off the why-why-why soundtrack playing in my
heart. So Michael parked our car among the pick-ups and Mack trucks
and we went into the coffee shop.
The first thing I saw when we stepped inside was a book, “If Life
Were Fair, Horses Would Ride Half the Time,” written by Wayne Allred.
It couldn’t have been more what I needed just then if it had been the
voice of God shouting from Heaven.
With its cornball humor, a cup of coffee and a handful of silent
prayers, the world was infused with sound again.
Few words in Scripture speak all too well of laughter: I’ve never
been sure why.
Proverbs 15:13 does say, “A merry heart makes a cheerful
countenance, but by sorrow of the heart the sprit breaks,” and
Ecclesiastes 3:4 says there is “a time to weep and a time to laugh.”
Job 8:21 says, “[God] will yet fill your mouth with laughing and
your lips with rejoicing.”
I often have to agree with whoever said, “Laughter is the best
medicine.” Thank God for humorists and comedians.
* MICHELE MARR is a freelance writer from Huntington Beach. She
can be reached at michele@soulfoodfiles.com.
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