I’m one of those people who need a different notebook for everything. I remember going on vacation one time and having my dad stare at the bag of books I had packed as he asked, “Do you really need all of those?”
“Yup. This one’s my prayer journal, and this one’s where I write everything that happened in a day, and this one’s full of all the cool stuff I found in the Bible…” The list goes on. But until recently, I did not have a journal for just plain silliness. I realized this as I was in the middle of writing a prayer and had a thought that just didn’t seem to fit in the “prayer” genre. I discovered that I needed somewhere to put my whimsical thoughts of mushroom mist and gypsy dust and fantastical cities called Khassel. I needed a place to record important questions like, at what age does Peter Pan stop showing up at your window? Why do they call it an up-down when you actually look down then up? Why do I walk to the bathroom in the dark when there’s the slightest possibility John could have put an anvil in the middle of the floor? And what are my future grandchildren going to think when they read this stuff?
These are the questions that racked my brain when I was supposed to be praying. So I started a journal where I could record all these seemingly “unspiritual” things. Then I realized something… They are spiritual. Rob Bell wrote a book entitled Everything is Spiritual. I haven’t read it, but I love the title. (That’s why I stole it and used it as the title of my post.) And I know a pastor who once claimed, “Whether I’m at church for hours on end or I’m sitting on my front porch listening to Nat King Cole, it’s a God Moment.” And with those (surprisingly spiritual) thoughts running through my brain, I decided that my journal of silliness is, in fact, spiritual.
I think God likes it when we engage the random/silly side of our nature. He did give us a sense of humor on purpose, you know. And even though my journal appears to be full of just plain silliness, it truly is my way of fully engaging with God. It’s an expression of the joy in my heart as I fully enjoy the life He gave me.
So what spiritually silly things are stirring in your heart? Leave a fun comment and allow me to enjoy life with you.
Beyond Waiting 
Many would call me a heretic for saying this, but the Lord and I have a running joke that involves plumber’s cleavage. It all started one day in a leadership meeting at the church I went to in America: all of us fearless megachurch leaders were sitting listening to a guest speaker, and were suddenly prompted to stand for prayer. Well, I don’t always close my eyes during prayer (it’s more fun to look around at everybody who has their eyes closed), so I happened to look up, and two rows in front of me, one of the worship leaders was leaning on the chair in front of him, buttcrack exposed to anyone who didn’t have his or her eyes closed. It was HILARIOUS. As I stifled a roar of laughter, I got a heart glimpse of God giggling about the whole thing. Now everytime I see male crack-attack, i can sense my glorious Father giving me a wink.
I don’t think you’re a heretic. Although I’m not sure I would want to associate Jesus with a buttcrack. 😉 I love that it still makes you smile. Those are the best Jesus moments – the ones that touch you more than once.