Rabbits Don't Lay Eggs

“Did he have a sense of humor?” I asked.

The old man across from me stared for a moment.

I ask that question every time.

“Well, blah blah blah,” he replied. They all do. Blah, blah, blah.

By the grace of Shania Twain, I was born with a sense of humor. I’d say it came from my dad and the insanity of my childhood. Or it’s a genetic mutation. Or I have autism.

I worry about people with no sense of humor. I’m not talking about being funny, just a lack of humor in general.

In high school, I had a girlfriend for three years who thought I was funny. Her tiny father never laughed at one of my jokes.

Never. Not one time. And remember, I’m funny.

I laughed at his. They were terrible.

Have you ever met someone who doesn’t laugh? Garbage. Awkward. Terrifying.

Humor is the only thing that keeps us all from going mad.

For me, humor has also been a safety blanket, a way to avoid real conversations and real feelings—an escape route from every moment that makes me feel insecure. MORE JOKES.

They also say humor is the number one thing girls look for in a guy.

THANK GOD.

Speaking of God, today is Easter. Rabbits, eggs, the ghost of Jesus.

I don’t have a strong opinion about Jesus. When I was young, I was dragged to all the churches—Presbyterian churches, Methodist churches, Southern Baptist churches, Catholic churches. They were all horrifically boring. I’d say the Catholic churches were the least funny and the Baptist churches the most terrifying.

As an adult, I’ve been to mega churches, hip churches with rock bands, and even Creflo Dollar’s church outside of Atlanta, where I sat behind Evander Holyfield. It was fantastic.

I’ve sat with a Rabbi who was a sex therapist and had gallstones while we chatted. I snuck into a voodoo ceremony in West Africa, prayed with Muslims in Yemen, and attended a Buddhist funeral in rural Thailand. I once sat at a small table in the back of a restaurant with the two leaders of the Satanic Church of Atlanta.

“Do you believe in Satan?” I asked them.

“No,” they replied quickly.

“Oh,” I said.

As a personal branding strategist, I respect the fact that Jesus arguably has the biggest personal brand in the history of the world. Has there ever been a more popular human? Maybe Katy Perry.

“So you have no idea?” I finally said to the man sitting before me.

I was in the Old City of Jerusalem, sitting with one of the foremost Christian scholars who lived there.

Growing up, I never pictured Jesus laughing. He was always stern and mad. It bothered me. Did he ever have fun? Laugh? Tell jokes? Smile?

The question I have always asked religious experts is...

“Did Jesus have a sense of humor?”

“I think he did,” the wise old man smiled.

Maybe he did have a sense of humor. We do celebrate with the Easter Bunny and hidden eggs, after all.

Trey

P.S. A few years ago, I walked on green grass with Jesus. As we walked, we laughed. So, I think he does have a sense of humor.

Sure, I was two cups deep on Ayahuasca when we met in the green grass—but I swear it was him.