Does God Have a Sense of Humor or What?

Most of my Christian life I’ve asked God to change me. At some point, I would wonder what I was asking Him to change. So I decided to accept myself, as best I could, as I was, and ask Him to mold me into whatever He wants me to be. After all, Psalm 139 say I am fearfully and wonderfully made. He created me a unique individual.

I’ve often wondered how long He took to make me–10,000 years? He does live outside of time and everything is present with Him.  He created Adam from the earth and Eve from Adam’s rib, but I don’t believe for a split second that it was a spontaneous act. He spoke the stars, planets and the rest of creation into existence. I don’t get why some people have a problem with the Virgin Birth. I just named three ways he created life, not to mention the union between a man and a woman. So what’s so difficult about the Virgin Birth?

Sorry, I got off track there. I think I was talking about God changing and molding me. I might miss some of the changes and molding He has done if I’m not careful. He shows me the changes He has made if I pay attention. Honest! Let me share just one example. I went to a banquet the other night. I was at a table with four others. One of them began to bless the food. When I bowed my head to pray, I realized I was still chewing gum. I decided this was a good time to discard it so I took it out of my mouth and started to roll it into a ball. Now I’ve been around the block a few times and this was nothing new for me. Something, however, was different this time–it wouldn’t roll into a ball. Instead it was a soft sticky substance that stuck to my fingers. Automatically I took my other hand to aid in the process and yep, you probably guessed it, it stuck to the other fingers. I had a paper napkin on my lap and without thinking I reached for it, which stretched the gum into little strands, which, when they separated flipped some strands on my right wrist where they immediately attached themselves to my hair. Next I took the napkin and tried to remove the gum from my fingers. I only succeeded in shredding the napkin into little pieces that stuck to all my fingers and thumbs.

By this time, the person had finished saying grace. I was glad because I had started laughing. She looked at me with questioning eyes and I told her I had to go to the men’s room as I held up my hands so only she could see. I said, “I seem to have made a mess of a piece of gum.”

I spent a good ten minutes in the rest room washing my hands with soap and cold water. I finally got my fingers clean. Next I took a paper towel and literally pulled hair out of my arm to get the gum free. When I got home, I told my wife about my experience and we both laughed until our eyes watered.

Later that evening it began to dawn on me that something was different.  Whenever something crazy like this happened to me before, I would get frustrated, feel stupid and I wouldn’t dare share it with any one. Yet, here I was laughing at myself and telling others. I realized He had changed me. I smiled and thanked the Lord–not only for the change He had done, but that He allowed a funny situation to happen so He could show me. I appreciate His sense of humor. It amazes me how personal Jesus is and how subtly He changes me. I’m looking forward to the next evidence of His work.