There is a myth that I catch myself holding; verbal barbs do not hurt. I recently watched children hurl digs at each other. It was an interesting scene, with similarities to the bantering going on following a pitch session. In both, the fine line was a matter of laughing with or at each other. As I think about my experience when I am the subject of fun and laughter, there is a bit difference between the two. One feels good. In this situation, I leave feeling lighter and energized. The other is painful. In simple terms, it hurts. I may smile but it is a laughter that masks a grimace within. There is a heaviness that settles within, usually staying long after everyone has moved on.
As I get older, I find myself moving farther and farther away from sarcasm. I am sure that this form of verbal banter has no place in my life, if it ever did! There are several observations that I keep circling back to that reinforce the movement.
Barbs are painful. At some point, everyone reaches a limit. At the edge, we metaphorically embrace a cry for relief, some loud, some quiet. Some are in tears, other resolutely resigned to the place where s/he is. The words, whispered or thought echo the psalmist; “Liars are pouring out invective on me; their lying tongues are like a pack of dogs out to get me.” (Psalm 109.2)
Life is hard. Our shared calling is to make this world a better place, to make life easier for ourselves and others. This calling crosses time, cultures, and situation. There is no point, except to fulfill a selfish desire that lurks and hides within our souls, to put others down so we will feel better.
Sharing the load includes laughing at ourselves and our situations. When we find that sweet spot of humor, individuals within the circle laugh with lightened loads, a sense of hope, and an awareness of belonging to something greater than themselves.
We laughed together and the story continues; as it should.
