Used to be that when someone heard from God, they made a memorial. Frequently they were rocks piled one on another. These monuments were unmistakably man-made. But the proper question for the sojourner who happened upon them was—what has God done here?
This is my rock memorial to God for reminding me that my first move should be kindness. You see, I did an unkind thing, thinking it would be funny. Turns out that being unkind is just being unkind.
Please forgive me, Craig.
PS This doesn’t mean that I am giving up on plotting good jokes, oh no, by no means….
So much of humor is unkind. What is humor?