I had lunch with some coworkers at a local Vietnamese restaurant called Saigon. Accompanying my pho tai were some fresh jalapeno slices, and I dropped one in my bowl. When I finally came across that jalapeno as I was eating, it burned my throat and made me cough. I said, “Be careful with those jalapenos, guys. It’s like eating napalm!”
What? Too soon?
[Thanks for the punchline, Will.]
For the last few days, we’ve been looking for our TV remote. Behind the sofa? Nope. Underneath the cushions? Try again. Stuck in a drawer? Oh, sorry! Thanks for playing. Buh-bye.
Well, as my wife is taking down the Christmas tree today, she finds one last present wrapped in a blanket under the tree. Courtesy of our three-year-old.
Linda sends this one along:
So there I was . . . just relaxing in front of the TV when the kids yelled, “Hey Mom, come see the kittens.”
Jim plays the party monk and has described his character this way:
I am cut like a knife!! And, if you think I wear a shirt, you are mistaken.
In an encounter with a fearsome owlbear, as Jim reached with steely resolve for his faithful 20-sider to roll a Stunning Blow, we heard the following:
I’m going to try and stun him again—OOPS! I think I just got a paper cut.
While blasphemy against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven, it’s a good thing for comedienne Kathy Griffin that blasphemy against the Son of Man may be (Matthew 12:32). You see, Miss Griffin won an Emmy for her reality program on the Bravo channel, and Reuters reported on her acceptance speech:
“A lot of people come up here and thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this award than Jesus,” an exultant Griffin said, holding up her statuette. “Suck it, Jesus. This award is my god now.”
Classy, for sure. I haven’t seen Miss Griffin’s television program, but I imagine that she is correct about one thing: Jesus is likely the last person who would give her an award.
At the same time, she does highlight how silly it is for gangsta rappers, promiscuous rockers, and depraved Hollywood types to thank God for their awards. If you want to see the things of Galatians 5:19–21 on parade, take in almost any modern movie or primetime television program. Listen to today’s popular music. To thank God for that rubbish can only be an insult to God! But I digress.
Griffin dismissed her comments as a joke:
Griffin’s reaction to the imbroglio, according to a statement issued by her publicist: “Am I the only Catholic left with a sense of humor?”
A sense of humor? If you think, “Suck it, Jesus,” is funny, you’ve proven to me that you don’t have a sense of humor.
Even if you could somehow make the case that there is some humor here, there are some things you just don’t joke about. “At the name of Jesus every knee should bow” (Philippians 2:10). If the very name commands homage, how can it be right to direct such a scornful insult—kidding or not—at the very Son of God? God the Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit must, without exception, be the objects of utmost reverence.
