When the righteous see God in action they’ll laugh, they’ll sing, they’ll laugh and sing for joy. — Psalm 68:3 MSG
According to some joyologists (uh-huh, joyologists—those given to the promotion of joy), you can lose weight if you guffaw daily. So does this mean we can titter till our tummies tuck? Or better yet, chortle till the cellulite runs smooth? I’m afraid I’d have to be permanently hysterical to accomplish that task.
Can’t you see it now? A world emphasis on belly laughing, with people lining up single file around the block, waiting to slip into a joy booth so they can laugh off lunch. Or employers offering health incentives for workers who snicker heartily. Have you ever wondered why God designed us with the ability to laugh and cry? I guess he knew we would need to do both as a way to pour off emotional excess; otherwise, we might blow a gasket.
I’ve heard it said that hearty laughter sends fresh shipments of oxygen to the brain, which causes it to loosen up. Hmm, if it can loosen up my brain, then maybe, just maybe, the joyologists are right, and it could loosen up my jeans. That would be great. Then I wouldn’t have to unsnap them to eat, sit, travel, and breathe. I’d much rather chuckle myself fit than deny myself indulgences, but I have this nagging feeling I may need to do both.
— Patsy Clairmont
Excerpted from All Cracked Up. Copyright © 2006 by Patsy Clairmont. Published in Nashville, Tennessee, by Thomas Nelson. Used with permission. All rights reserved.