About laughter

I have a question dear friends.

Is there any passage in the bible or Koran about laughter, that is, a verse that is meant to make the audience laugh?

Is laughter a good or bad thing?

Is there any place in the NT where they say their hero laughed?

About makagutu

As Onyango Makagutu I am Kenyan, as far as I am a man, I am a citizen of the world

121 thoughts on “About laughter

  1. Ruth says:

    Well, Yahweh had the author of Proverbs 17 pen this little ditty:

    A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

    And then he [Yahweh] proceeded to break the spirit and crush the dry bones that were left t a fine dust. So, yeah, laugh it up before your soul is crushed. It’ll make it all better.

    You asked the question:

    “Is there any place in the NT where they say their hero laughed?”

    The Son of man is come eating and drinking; and ye say, Behold a gluttonous man, and a winebibber, a friend of publicans and sinners! Luke 7:34

    I’ll bet he was a stoner, too. There was probably lots of partying and laughing. Dang ole wino, he was.


    • makagutu says:

      Hahaha, where people get stoned, there must be a lot of laughing but I think his jokes must have been dirty ones, especially since he kept company mainly of fishermen and not of the intelligentsia.


  2. Who need laughter when you’ve got God in your life?

    “A God who could make good children as easily a bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave is angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice, and invented hell — mouths mercy, and invented hell — mouths Golden Rules and foregiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people, and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man’s acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites his poor abused slave to worship him!”

    — Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger


    • archaeopteryx1 says:

      You should read Twain’s posthumous work, Letters From the Earth, in which Satan, on one of his many, many banishments from heaven, decides to visit Earth, and writes back to his fellow Archangels, of the strange religion that Man has developed there.

      “The inventor of their heaven empties into it all the nations of the Earth, in one common jumble. All of them are on an equality absolute, none of them ranking another; they have to be “brothers”; they have to mix together, pray together, harp together – whites, niggers, Jews, everybody – there’s no distinction. Here in the Earth, all nations hate each other, and everyone of them hates the Jew. Yet every pious person adores that heaven and wants to get into it. He really does. And when he is in a holy rapture, the thinks he thinks that if he were only there he would take all the populace to his heart, and hug, and hug, and hug!
      He is a marvel, – man is! I would I knew who invented him.”


      • Hahahah, that is awesome! Love Twain. Could read his brilliant writings everyday and never tire of them.


        • archaeopteryx1 says:

          “In man’s heaven, EVERYBODY SINGS! The man who did not sing on earth, does there; the man who COULD not sing on earth, is able to do it there. The universal singing is not casual, not occasional, not relieved by intervals of quiet, it goes on all day long, every day, during a stretch of twelve hours. and EVERYBODY STAYS! Whereas on the earth, the place would be empty in two hours at most. The singing is of hymns alone. Nay, it is of ONE hymn alone. The words are always the same, in number they are only about a dozen, there is no rhyme, there is no poetry: ‘Hosannah, hosannah, hosannah, Lord God of Sabaoth, Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis, boom – ahhhh–‘
          “Consider further: It is a praise service; a service of compliment, of flattery, of adulation. Do you ask who is willing to endure this strange compliment, this insane compliment; and who not only endures it, but enjoys it, requires it, COMMANDS it? Hold your breath!

          “It is God! It is this race’s God, that is. He sits on his throne, attended by his four and twenty elders and some other dignitaries pertaining to his court, and looks out over his miles and miles of tempestuous worshipers, and smiles, and purrs, and nods his satisfaction northward, eastward, southward; as quaint and naive a spectacle as has yet been imagined in this universe, I take it.”
          –Mark Twain —
          “Letters From The Earth”

          You want to find laughter in the Bible? Oh it’s there, it’s what you do when you read it.


      • makagutu says:

        This is so tempting. I feel like reading them letters again


    • makagutu says:

      I so love MT. This follow was so witty.


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