DayBreaks for 7/26/16 – Laughing All the Way Home
From the DayBreaks archive, July 2006:
You probably remember as I do the story of the Five Little Pigs. Yep that’s right, not the Three Little Pigs, but the game that you played with your children’s toes when they were just wee things. Do you remember? “This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none, but this little piggy, THIS little piggy went “Whee-whee-whee” all the say home!”
I don’t think I’ll ever forget how much my little girl enjoyed that every night at bedtime. Of course, as I went through the story, I’d grab one of her teensy-weensy little toes between my fingers and begin to recite the tale. And when I got to the last one, well, I’d shake her foot and talk in funny voices, and be very, very happy and she’d crack up laughing. Such memories!!!
The last little piggy had it made. It wasn’t worried about shopping, it wasn’t agoraphobic, it didn’t worry about whether or not to eat beef, it wasn’t in want – in fact, it celebrated! “Whee! Whee! Whee!” What’s not to envy?
At a recent conference, Tony Campolo asked a very penetrating question that reminded me a bit of this old game. It goes like this: “When you were born, you were the only one who cried and everybody else laughed with joy. But that’s not important. What’s important is when you die – will you be the only one that’s happy and everyone else crying?”
I suppose that the best alternative of all is that when I die, I’ll be laughing and going “Whee! Whee! Whee!” all the way home, just like that little piggy. And I hope that I will have lived in such a way that those who knew me, and especially my family and dearest friends, will not be crying, but that they, too, will be happy for me.
The key of course, when we die, is whether we will be happy with the destination towards which we go, or whether we will be crying still – even as we did when we entered into this world. It seems strange that we celebrate a birth and mourn a death of those who are born again. I plan to rejoice (by God’s grace and mercy alone!) when I leave this place behind. I hope and pray that you will leave this world crying “Whee! Whee! Whee! All the way home!”
PRAYER: What power You have, God, that allows us to laugh in the clenches of death! The resurrection of Your Son was the laughter that echoed through the vaults of heaven and which escorted Him back to Your right hand – at home. Help us to live so that not only we, but our loved ones, may rejoice when we go home! In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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