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I just realized what I'm called to be in this world: I want to be the next Andy Rooney. [You want to be a joyless liberal hack who's on TV way too long?--ed.] Um, no. Well not the 'joyless liberal hack' part. Do you realize still that the funniest book we ever read was Andy Rooney? Back in 1999. At the St. Louis Community College library. Back when that girl from grade school was still attractive (no offense) and I briefly considered lifting the "ban"? Ahem. Nevermind.
The point is, life is either horribly sad, or completely ridiculous, and someone should say so. [No in between?--ed.] Not really. What is the greatest thing to happen in the entire universe, ever? "while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." (I'm including Christ's glorious resurrection in that.) Given the fact that every single person born after the first sin and the first sinners themselves would be on a bullet train straight to Hell apart from the mercy of God, and that mercy in any age flows from the cross of Christ, I'm very thankful for Christ and His work. I'm hilariously thankful. I'm ridens wheelchairius. [Did you just call yourself 'Laughing Wheelchair'?--ed.] Yes. My 'brother' Evan calls me 'wheelchair' when he wants to shut me up, and it's hilarious. Oh, that reminds me of the time Thom Smith was visiting me at the old school and all the people with disabilities decided to show up that day. Seriously, like all six. He got out of the van and said something like, "Man, I haven't seen this many cripples since the Pool of Bethsaida!" If you can't laugh at that, you need to get outta here.
There are things in life that will never be funny. Those are wrong and evil. We just cry for those if we can, and pray. But some of us have crosses that get lighter with a little levity. The distance between what is and what should be is often absurd. We react to the absurd with sadness or with laughter. I much prefer the laughter; sometimes it's the other. Many times, it's both. But there's nothing good left in my life that isn't somehow connected through the Cross.

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