It seems to me that one sign of maturity is the realization that making fun of someone’s name isn’t really funny. Perhaps I am wrong, but it seems to me that probably any joke about a person’s name, that person has already heard before (if not a hundred times). Thus it’s not funny to them. One place I hear it more frequently is with our kids’ names: Luke is oldest and Mark is #2. So the “obvious” thing to say is – who’s next, Matthew? Because it’s so obvious, I suppose I shouldn’t be offended. And usually I’m not, even when the person saying it should be wise enough to know we’ve heard it a thousand times already. Perhaps the joker thinks we were playing a joke in naming our kids. We weren’t. In our case, the joke is even less funny because the third one is Timothy; the joker may not even know that, as he is now in heaven. I don’t say this because someone recently offended me (they didn’t), but because I think it’s a worthy observation. And because earlier this evening I was reading a new storybook to the boys and for each one it lists what the Bible sources are. That particularly story listed three books of the Bible. Luke and Mark each recognized their name correctly, and then I asked what the third name was. Mark’s guess: Bethany :-).
Our students arrived yesterday, which means I’ll probably slow down a bit on blogging. I had hoped to do a few more Egypt posts, but am not sure I will. This picture is of the boys doing a new 100-piece puzzle tonight. Bethany is on the couch.
