12 descending steps of pride which in the end destroy all intimacy with God. Because where pride rules, love cannot abide.
And now the third of Bernard of Clairvaux’s 900 year old Steps:
Doesn’t sound so bad does it?
It sounds like Bernard is just talking about silliness, giggles, fun – but he’s not.
He’s talking about
He’s talking about…
I big fluffy hearted 8th grade.
It was a spectacularly marvelous year, I was invited to everyone’s parties, and everybody wanted to be at mine. I was a social Tigger frolicking gleefully in catnip. You know Tiggers right?
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs
They’re bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN!
Well, with all the flouncy bouncy fun fun fun … a lot of homework went undone.
Yes, I rhymed on purpose.
And the letter that looks like an E, except the bottom bar is missing.
Yeah that one.
the details of that particular report card are a bit fuzzy.
But F’s weren’t really a problem I thought.
Because F is ever so close to B isn’t it? Just a little curvy squiggle and – there ya go.
And there I went.
And you know that line at the end of Scooby Doo episodes?
The one after the mask of the villain is pulled off,
the one that goes like this…
“And I would’ve gotten away with it if it weren’t for those meddling kids.”
I had an older brother – story over – didn’t have a happy ending.
Step one was about a nefarious curiosity. Two was about frivolity – but the darker side. Three is about 8th grade.
Mirth is good. Mirth is a tiny little division of happiness. Its office is on the 3rd floor of the building and it has a laugh-y face on the door. Because mirth is the kind of happy that laughs. But just like curiosity gets twisted, and frivolity gets turned around, and both lead to an abyss, this kind of mirth, “foolish mirth” does a bendy thing too.
It may just be that every good thing is a little bendy.
“Foolish mirth” is when I bounce and flounce and don’t consider the consequences. It’s when I take important things too lightly. It’s when I find worth, and excessive enjoyment in maneuvers that only lead to trouble.
“Foolish mirth” always takes the shorter, and far, far less noble path to an end.
It incessantly chooses the easy over the hard, flashy over mundane, and fixates on the fleeting without regarding the eternal.
Foolish Mirth finds ways to forsake the narrow way, so frivolity can feel at home, and the answer to the to the “why not” of curiosity can be created in my own image.
Our Lord had zero foolish mirth.
He had mirth – to be sure.
He might even have been silly with the guys sometimes.
But he always chose based on right, not ease.
It’s not to say that “easy” is bad. Sometimes the scenic view is the more appropriate route. If it is, then I should bounce and flounce down the cupcake lined road.
if the right path
is fringed with heartache
and the wrong one
framed with smiles
I have to accept the heartache
and advance toward the will of God.
Nobody said humility was easy.
Thy will not mine be done.