Recently while garage sailing, I found the DVD of the movie “What About Bob,” which was popular in the early 1990’s. I watched it the first time while recuperating from stomach surgery. I lay on the couch, holding a pillow against the incision, and tried not to laugh. There had not been much laughter during the weeks of being ill and following the surgery. A good laugh would have been the ticket for helping me heal, but it hurt too much to do a belly laugh.
There is a research project in Australia in which Alzheimer patients are exposed to humor therapy through music, mime, and clowns. In some cases it has been found to be as effective as psychiatric medication in reducing agitation in the patients, which is common with the disease, reducing the amount of agitation that goes along with the disease.
Over the years, I’ve learned to laugh more and cry less. I laugh at myself most of the time. When I need a good laugh, I watch old reruns of “Frasier” on Netflix. I laugh at my dog playing, children being goofy, and whatever tickles my funny bone.
Life is too serious not to find ways to laugh. If you’ve forgotten how to laugh, find someone who will laugh with you. One begins with a fake laugh, and before you know it, you’ll be “rolling in the aisles” with belly-bursting laughter.
Lord, bless us with laughter and a happy heart. Amen.