Silly Joke Friday

Silly Joke #1

A mother was preparing chocolate chip pancakes for her two twin five year old sons, Noah, and Jacob. The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake. Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson. “If Jesus were sitting here, He would say, ‘Let my brother have the first pancake. I can wait.'” Noah turned to his brother and said, “Jacob, it’s ok if you want to be Jesus!”

Silly Joke #2

Returning home from work, a blonde was shocked to find her house ransacked and burglarized. She telephoned the police at once and reported the crime. The police dispatcher broadcast the call on the radio, and a K-9 unit, patrolling nearby, was the first to respond. As the K-9 officer approached the house with his dog on a leash, the blonde ran out on the porch, shuddered at the sight of the cop and his dog, then sat down on the steps. Putting her face in her hands, she moaned, ‘I come home to find all my possessions stolen. I call the police for help, and what do they do? They send me a BLIND policeman!’ 

Silly Joke #3

A man has been in hospital for a month. One day, he’s so sick and tired of being in hospital that he sneaks out and down to the nearest pub still in his hospital gown. He orders a beer and swallows the lot in ten seconds flat. He then orders a second beer and does the same. Then a third and a fourth. As he orders a fifth beer, he says to the barman, “I shouldn’t be drinking this with what I’ve got.” The barman gasps in alarm, “Oh my, what have you got?!” To which the hospital patient replies, “I’ve got no money.”

Bonus Silly Joke

A man who smelled like a distillery flopped on a subway seat next to a priest. The man’s tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes the disheveled guy turned to the priest and asked, “Say, Father, what causes arthritis?” “My son, it’s caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, and a contempt for your fellow man.” “Well, I’ll be damned,” the drunk muttered, returning to his paper. The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. “I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?” “I don’t actually have that, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.”

Peace, love, light and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson

Question For The Day

Today’s question is…

What is one thing you’ve been worrying about lately that you really would like to let go of and trust it’s going to be ok?

Peace, love, light and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson


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Daily Reflection

“Worrying does not empty tomorrow of its troubles. It empties today of its strength.” (Mary Engelbreit)

I often worry about the dumbest of things. Many have said throughout my life I can really be a worrywart sometimes. Case in point, a few years ago, I had a hiccup with an annual renewal process to my healthcare, which led to the temporary termination of it for a short period of time and was very stressful to get resolved. Ever since, each year this renewal process arrives, when the paperwork shows up in the mail, my heartrate automatically goes up, as does my level of worry. This year I purposely submitted the paperwork very early hoping it would help ease my mind, but when I hadn’t heard anything from them after a week, I began to call repeatedly, checking to see if everything was ok. I even had one agent hang up on me because I was talking to her in worry-based circles. The agents did their best to reassure me they had everything they needed, yet, I still churned inside over it day after day, gripping my mailbox every time I opened it, worried I’d have another termination letter stating they didn’t have everything they needed in the revaluation of my benefits. All that worry did nothing but zap me of my daily strength! And then one day, I came home and saw the response letter had finally come. I could barely open the envelope because my hands were shaking so much. Everything had gotten approved, my worst fears had never actualized, and I realized how much serenity I had lost during the entire process of waiting.

Have you ever spun out of control in worry like this, about something that really should never have been made into such a big thing? It’s almost embarrassing to admit such a character defect of mine still exists, because ultimately, I know what the solution is to fix it. No, it’s not alcohol or drugs or medications or anything that can numb that worry, as I’ve tried all of those and them some to handle this worrying part of me and it only has ever made me into a person who just doesn’t care about anything, which is the exact opposite of being a total worrier. Rather, the answer has been to turn it over, something the third step in my recovery world from addiction reminds me of every day. Step Three in 12 Step recovery reads, “Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understand Him.” I’ve often failed quite miserably with this, notably when a worry arises about something, especially when I want it to go a certain way. But what good has it ever done for me to live in this worry and hold onto it every day? Zero! Because It’s like carrying a backpack behind me filled with heavy boulders, weighing me down so very much. I know the remedy though, I just need to practice it more. It means each time a worry arises over something, that I consciously say “I turn this over to you God and trust You’ve got this, even if it results in a different outcome than what my ego wants.” Saying that has such power because it creates strength rather than zaps me of it by essentially giving that backpack of boulders to God to carry, rather than me. And you know what, 90 percent of my worries, maybe even 95 percent if I’m being totally honest with myself, have never come to fruition. Maybe it’s time to really put the 3rd step into practice and trust that God really does got my back with all my worries and can and will handle them far better than I ever have…

Dear God, I turn over “place your worry here” to You. I trust You that it will be far better handled in Your hands than my own and I know that You truly do got this under control, no matter how it gets resolved.

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson