For years it was a daily goal of mine to make my husband laugh. He made me laugh all the time, but he seldom laughed himself. “I don’t know how to laugh,” he would say. So each day I would try and try to make him laugh. I just can’t imagine life without laughter.
Recently I realized that this is no longer a goal of mine or something I think about any more, because he laughs all the time! Through the good times and the bad we seem to find the humor in life together. It was such a neat revelation to me.
One of our most recent laughs: We have a running argument (and I use the word in the best sense) about Greek. He thinks “Every Christian should learn Greek.” I think it is good and can be helpful, but I don’t agree that it is essential. We go back and forth about this regularly. It is my opinion that we have great translations done by experts, even if we attempt to learn Greek only few will ever get to the fluency of the experts that have already translated the Bible. I think we already have everything we need for life and godliness, though I applaud anyone wanting to take Greek on. He thinks not learning Greek is a cop out, and the debate goes on.
So were were sitting in church. My husband had his Greek Bible open. In the middle of the service he was so excited, “Esther, I just read this whole sentence in Greek.” It was John 10:11 “I am the good Shepherd.”
“What does it say?’ I whispered.
“I am the good Shepherd…”