I knew I had to guard my heart on these grey, cold, wintry Indiana days; otherwise, I would sink into a dark place, and that dark place is scary. It paralyzes me. I knew what to do, but I didn’t do it.
A time existed when I laughed without restraint in bursts of giggles or doubled over until my belly ached. I laughed at the tickling of my feet, at knock-knock jokes, at cartoon characters propelling off cliffs. Today I don’t watch cartoons or listen to knock-knock jokes or have ticklish soles. In the busyness and stresses of life, I feel like I’ve lost my spontaneous childhood ability to laugh.
Each December, my mom pulled a worn cardboard box from the closet. She fingered through the contents, through the layers of creased gift wrap and crumpled tissue paper and last year’s holiday greeting cards. Until she found what she was seeking—a glittery Advent calendar with thumbnail sized doors opening to mini images.
Crazy, or Crazy Joy? Love Letter from Prison also invites us to dig deep into the scriptures of Philippians and other biblical passages that connect to the themes of joy, humility, friendship, and unity.