Henry Ward Beecher said, "Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it." There is so much good feeling when a group laughs together. We feel closer, having found a common theme to smile about.
Our class on Wed. nights is enjoying laughing at Anne Lamott's (Grace Eventually). Who can remain stonefaced when she writes about "neckular deterioriation" or your neck being "the thighs of the head"? Or about the Marmee in Little Women "who cuddled endlessly and kept her weight down". Or after an eating binge, "It's hard to be a spiritual being when you're burping apple fritters and cheetos." Or teaching kids in Sunday school "who had the attention span of squirrel monkeys".
Yes, as an old Yiddish proverbs says, "What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul." We all need it, and it's better when it happens communally.
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