Smile, its good for your health!
Since we know that laughing and being joyful is a good thing, literally, let me share a few short funny stories with you that will help you experience the gift of joy as God intends. You WANT to enjoy life, and too often we just don’t.
My thanks to Lee Cure for his awesome newsletter that shares these wonderful stories!
1- How’s Norma (supposed to be a true story, but i could not verify this):
A sweet grandmother phoned St. Joe’s Hospital. She asked if it was possible to speak with someone that could update her on a patient. The operator asked for the name and room number, then put her on hold to transfer her to the nurses station. A few moments later:
‘Hello, you are asking about Norma Findlay, room 302?’ came the nurse.
‘Thats right. I was just wanting to know if you could tell me how she is doing?’
‘Well, we don’t give out patient information. but i can tell you that she is doing well and should be going home soon.’
The lady on the phone sounded relieved. ‘Thank you so much for that great news,’ she said.
‘Of course,’ came the reply of the nurse. ‘Would you like to speak to Norma? I can put you through.’
‘Oh no,’ said the lady on the phone. ‘I am Norma. I just called because no one would tell me anything!’
2- Painting the Church
There was a painter named Smokey MacGregor who was very interested in making a penny whenever he could, so he often thinned down his paint to make it go a bit further on jobs.
As it happened, he got away with this for some time. But then he was hired by a rather large Baptist church to do the painting for their building restoration, having come in as the lowest bid by far.
So he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks..buying the paint, and yes, thinning it down with turpentine.
Well, Smokey was up on the scaffolding painting away one Saturday, with the job nearly done, when suddenly a strong front blew in and it began to pour down raining. Of course, the freshly thinned paint began to run down the sides of the church, and Smokey was blown right off his scaffold by a wave of rain. He landed in a puddle of what was obviously thinned and useless paint.
Smokey was no fool. He knew that this was judgement from the Almighty, so he got down on his knees and cried: ‘Oh God, forgive me! What should I do?’
Then, a clap of thunder was heard and a voice came from it saying: ‘REPAINT! REPAINT and thin no more!’