“When a child, with child-like apprehensions that dived not beneath the
surface of the matter, I read those parables—not guessing the involved
wisdom—I had more yearnings toward that simple architect that built his
house upon the sand, than I entertained for his more cautious neighbor; I
grudged at the harsh censure pronounced upon the quiet soul that kept his
talent; and prizing their simplicity beyond the more provident, and to my
apprehension, somewhat unfeminine wariness of their competitors, I felt
a kindness that amounted almost to a tendre for those thoughtless
virgins. I have never made an acquaintance since that lasted, or a
friendship that answered, with any that had not some tincture of the
absurd in their characters.”—Charles Lamb.
THE SENSE OF HUMOR IN JESUS.
“Amid the sorrow, disappointment, agony, and anguish of the
world,—our dark thoughts and tempestuous passions, the gloomy
exaggerations of self will, the enfeebling illusions of
melancholy,—wit and humor, light and lightning, shed their soft
radiance and dart their electric flash.”—Whipple.
“How curious it is,” says the Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, “that we
always consider solemnity, and the absence of all gay surprises and
encounters of wits, as essential to the idea of the future life of those
whom we thus deprive of half their faculties and then call blessed!
There are not a few who, even in this life, seem to be preparing
themselves for that smileless eternity by banishing all gayety from their
hearts and all joyousness from their countenances.” Rather than believe in
the “smileless eternity” of such as these, we should accept the conjecture
of Soame Jennings, that “a portion of the happiness of seraphim and just
men made perfect would be derived from an exquisite perception of the
ludicrous.”
To that school of melancholy teachers who frown upon all pleasantry, and
buttress their gloomy position with the assertion that “Jesus wept but
never smiled,” the title of this chapter will be particularly offensive.
It will strike them as downright blasphemy to intimate that Jesus
possessed and used the sense of humor so common to mankind. We assuredly
appreciate the delicacy of the position, and shall endeavor to avoid, in
our treatment of this subject, anything that might wound the most
sensitive soul.
There are several considerations that will pave the way. We take it for
granted that Jesus was a complete human being, and that as such a being he
must have had all the human attributes and faculties,—the faculty of
mirthfulness among them. He was a man, and lacked nothing that pertains to
men. Then, too, had he been without the sense of humor, much in the lives
and characters of those with whom he had to deal, he never could have
understood and reached. The full success of his mission depended upon his
knowing all that there is in man, and upon being able to gain access to
him through every avenue of his nature.
Nor were the circumstances of his life unfavorable to the development of
this particular attribute. Theology and Art have conspired to produce upon
the world the impression that Jesus was an exceptionally wretched and
suffering man. They have taken one or two expressions in Isaiah, such as,
“his countenance was marred,” “he was a man of sorrows and acquainted with
grief,” expressions which they misunderstood and misapplied, and with them
have laid the foundations of their house of woe. They have seized upon a
few of the sadder incidents of his career, and have exaggerated them into
undue prominence,—have given them undue proportions. Especially have they
made much of his agony in the garden and his death upon the cross. These
events have been magnified into such mountains that all the rest of his
life seems to lie hidden beneath their shadows. It appears never to have
entered the mind of either preacher or painter that the physical anguish
of his death must have been even less than that which many martyrs at the
stake or martyrs upon sickbeds have borne; and that before death came, he
had lived a life with many bright days and many happy experiences. His
existence upon earth was not a protracted sorrow, a monumental grief. Many
a rose had blossomed at his feet before the thorns were twisted into a
crown for his brow.
What shall we say of the thirty peaceful years under his father’s roof,
with his brothers and sisters? Did he not in boyhood have the amusements
of other children? Is there not a memento of his youthful sports in what
he says of the games of the children in the marketplace, when they were
playing at weddings and funerals? Did he not, when a young man, delight in
his home and in his companions? Can we imagine that he moved among those
who were nearest and dearest to him, with a face to which a smile was as
much a stranger as a tropic flower to the frozen zone?
When, as a mature man, he entered upon his public ministry, although he
was exposed to frequent attacks from the representatives of the
established religion, yet he was never without friends; never without a
place of refuge from the heat of battle. There were many homes in which a
welcome always awaited him, and whose hospitality he gladly accepted. Is
it probable that he was accustomed to sit in these homes—to use
Shakespeare’s phrase—“like his grandsire cut in alabaster?”
More than once we are directly told that “he rejoiced in spirit;” more
than once he spoke of his “joy” to his disciples. There is much evidence
that Jesus was not a wretched but a happy man. Did this happiness never
express itself in words or countenance?
There are other considerations that go far to refute the dismal assertion
that “Jesus wept but never smiled.” Tired mothers brought their children
to him and he rebuked the supercilious disciples who interfered. Can we
think that on this occasion he had a woe-begone look? We read of him often
at feasts; would he have been invited if he had been accustomed to sit at
the table like the skeleton at an Egyptian banquet? Did he not by his
frequent attendance upon festive occasions incur the odium of being a
wine-bibber and a glutton? He was also a favorite with the common people.
They heard him gladly. But there must have been something attractive in
his presence and manner, as well as in his words, and the words themselves
must have appealed to the shrewd, homely, common sense of his hearers. If
he had been the sad spirit he has been pictured, would the people have
followed him and listened to him as they did?
When we leave the outward circumstances and the presumption they furnish,
and examine the fragments of his speech that have been preserved for us,
many of them certainly contain the element of humor. We should undoubtedly
call it humor if it came from any other lips than those of Jesus; if we
found it in any other book than the New Testament.
The purpose of this chapter will be grossly misapprehended, however, if
any one shall suppose that we are trying to degrade Jesus to the level of
a professional joker. Nothing is further from our intention. The very
thought is repulsive. One may have and use the sense of humor without
putting on the cap and bells. He may use it with the highest motives and
for the noblest ends. It was said of Hosea Ballou, that “it was no
uncommon thing for him when preaching to excite a smile; but usually it
was done by some ingenious argument that would electrify every one
present.” His biographer adds: “It is not known that any person ever
listened to one of his sermons who was not so impressed with his
sincerity, dignity and earnestness, that the recollection of his
occasional humorous sayings was held subsidiary and helpful to his main
serious purpose. His mother-wit was sanctified. It served a divine mission
in diffusing cheerfulness and health.” We must always remember that wit
and humor do not mean buffoonery.
It is difficult to understand how any one can read many of the parables
and other sayings of Jesus, and still believe the doleful tale that he
“wept but never smiled.” He saw the dancing lights as well as the deep
shadows, the more genial and even ludicrous aspects of life, as well as
its various phases of sorrow and sin, and all these furnished subjects for
his discourse as well as illustrations for his teaching.
Let us now consider some of the ways in which the sense of humor in Jesus
manifested itself.
I.
The sense of humor often tempered his rebukes. There was often sunshine on
the cloud.
There were times, indeed, as we shall see, when he spoke with unmeasured
severity, when his words fell like fiery hail, beating and burning the
heads of offenders; but anon he spoke half smiling, half pitying, as if
disposed to laugh at the very inconsistencies he censured. In this respect
his spirit has been caught by Addison and Goldsmith, by Irving and
Dickens. Richter says that “no one has a right to laugh at men but he who
most heartily loves them.” Taine says of Dickens, “Before reading him we
did not know there was so much pity in the heart.” Jesus loved men, he
pitied them, even while his eye detected and his words exposed their
faults and foibles.
He had looked with pleasure (remembering his own childhood), upon the
games of the boys and girls in the streets of Jerusalem; he thought of
their whimsical complaints, as they played at weddings and funerals in the
market-place. On one occasion, his severity mitigated by his sense of the
ludicrous, he exclaimed, “Whereunto shall I liken this generation? and to
what are they like? They are like unto children sitting in the
market-places and calling to one another and saying, We have piped unto
you and ye have not danced; we have mourned unto you and ye have not
lamented.” Everything had gone wrong. The others would not play fair. They
would not dance when we wanted to play wedding; they would not be mourners
when we wanted to play funeral. We have done all we could to please them,
but they are “too mean for anything.” To the mind of Jesus, the people of
that generation appeared to be making the same complaint. They were
childishly dissatisfied with every divine messenger,—none could please
them. “For John the Baptist came neither eating bread nor drinking
wine,”—solemn, gloomy, austere; but they would have none of him. He
mourned unto them, but they would not lament. They would not “play at
funeral” with him. They turned away and said, “He hath a devil.” Then came
the Son of Man, bright and cheerful, “eating and drinking,” but they would
not dance to his piping. They pointed at him and said, “Behold a
gluttonous man and a wine-bibber, a friend of publicans and sinners!” It
was impossible to please that generation.
If we place this passage side by side with the following from Goldsmith,
we shall see at once that if there be humor in the latter, there must also
be humor in the former. The subject is the reception accorded the Chinese
philosopher who tried to please his friends by his demeanor upon the death
of an English sovereign: “I thought it at least my duty to appear
sorrowful; to put on a melancholy aspect, or to set my face by that of the
people. The first company I came amongst after the news became general was
a set of jolly companions who were drinking prosperity to the ensuing
reign. I entered the room with looks of despair, and even expected
applause for the superlative misery of my countenance. Instead of that, I
was universally condemned by the company and desired to take away my
penitential phiz to some other quarter. I now corrected my former mistake,
and with the most sprightly air imaginable entered a company where they
were talking over the ceremonies of the approaching funeral. Here I sat
for some time with an air of pert vivacity, when one of the chief mourners
immediately observing my good humor desired me, if I pleased, to go and
grin somewhere else; they wanted no disaffected scoundrels there. Fum,
thou son of Fo, what sort of people am I amongst?” Whereunto shall I
liken this generation?
There was a certain time when multitudes followed Jesus, not knowing what
they were about, but simply swept along by the enthusiasm of the moment.
He saw that they understood not, so he turned and gave them this gentle
caution: “Which of you intending to build a tower sitteth not down first
and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it? Lest,
haply, after he hath laid the foundation and is not able to finish, all
that behold it begin to mock him, saying, This man began to build and was
not able to finish.” Whoever comes after me and does not count upon
bearing his cross, is in the predicament of this foolish tower-builder,—a
ludicrous spectacle as he sits beside the unfinished structure, his
materials exhausted, while all his neighbors, as they pass by, wag the
head and point the finger. Such a spectacle as that will each one of you
be who does not count the cost of discipleship. With such gentle strokes
of humor did Jesus stay the thoughtless multitudes who imagined that their
empty zeal was genuine loyalty. He set forth their conduct in terms that
would most effectually impress upon them its folly,—in terms that
appealed to their sense of the ridiculous.
In a sarcastic paragraph of his French Revolution, Carlyle speaks of the
work of the National Convention thus: “In fact, what can be more
unprofitable than the sight of six hundred and forty-nine ingenious men
struggling with their whole force and industry, for a long course of
weeks, to do at bottom this; to stretch out the old Formula and Law
phraseology, so that it may cover the new, contradictory, entirely
uncoverable thing? Whereby the poor formula does but crack and one’s
honesty along with it. The thing that is palpably hot, burning, wilt
thou prove it by a syllogism to be a freezing mixture? This of stretching
out formulas till they crack is, especially in times of swift change, one
of the sorrowfullest tasks poor humanity has.” Was it not this very
formula-stretching that Jesus satirized in more playful vein,—this
formula-stretching that existed in old times and that still exists,—when
he said: “No man putteth a piece of new garment upon an old; if otherwise,
then, both the new maketh a rent, and the piece that was taken out of the
new agreeth not with the old”? You can not patch up old terms with new
meanings. The new meaning agreeth not with the old term. “And no man
putteth new wine into old wine-skins; else the new wine will burst the
wine-skins and be spilled, and the wine-skins shall perish. But new wine
must be put into new wine-skins, and both are preserved.” The man who
tries to put new senses into old words, new ideas into old formulas, is
like a man who cuts up a new garment to mend an old; like one who puts
wine not yet done fermenting into a skin whose capacity admits no further
strain. He spoils his new coat and he loses his new wine.
With such illustrations as these, illustrations embodying a figure or
comparison or situation essentially amusing, was Jesus wont to temper his
rebukes.
II.
The sense of humor in Jesus enabled him to detect pretension, imposture,
hypocrisy, and expose them to the derision of mankind.
If we should find in Dickens or Thackeray such pictures as Jesus has given
of the Scribes and Pharisees, they would strike us at once as the very
quintessence of humor. “They go arrayed in long clothing, they love the
uppermost rooms at feasts and the chief seats in the synagogues.” They are
always posturing to attract attention. “They love greetings in the
market-places, to be called of men Rabbi, Rabbi.” In their way, they are
as much given to “deportment” as Mr. Turveydrop, when he says, “I suppose
I must now go and show myself about town; it will be expected of me.” When
they pray, they do it standing in the synagogues or at the corners of the
streets that all may see how pious they are; when they perform their deeds
of righteousness, a trumpet is sounded before them, to make solemn
proclamation; as who should say, “Will the public please take notice; I am
about to drop a mite into this poor widow’s hand.” When they fast they put
on “a sad countenance and disfigure their faces” with fictitious woe and
weeping, “that they may appear unto men to fast.” “See how I lay the dust
with my tears,” says Launce. Everything they did was done for effect;
nothing came from the heart. Their religion was the veriest sham. They had
well-nigh reached the measure of South’s ideal hypocrite, “who never opens
his mouth in earnest, but when he eats or breathes.” Well might Jesus say,
“The Scribes and Pharisees sit in Moses’ seat; all things, therefore,
whatsoever they bid you observe, that observe and do, but do ye not
according to their works; for they say and do not.” Does not this remind
us of Pecksniff, “who was a most exemplary man, fuller of virtuous
precepts than a copy-book; but some people likened him to a direction-post
which is always telling the way to a place, and never goes there.”
III.
Not only did the sense of humor in Jesus enable him to unmask pretentious
hypocrites, but also to expose the absurdities that the multitudes
commonly practiced in the name of religion.
There are those, for example, who in prayer use “vain repetitions,”
thinking that they shall be heard for their “much speaking.” They
estimate the efficacy of prayer by its quantity and not by its quality.
They think that if they only keep at it long enough, if they only use
multitudes of words, they will surely attract attention on high.
There are others who think that religion consists in the “washing of pots
and cups and such like things” and they “lay aside the commandment of
God.” One of their representatives in modern literature is Dolly Winthrop,
who tells Silas Marner about the letters “I.H.S.” pricked upon the
Christmas cakes: “I can’t read ’em myself, and there’s nobody, not Mr.
Macey himself, rightly knows what they mean; but they’ve a good meaning,
for they’re the same as is on the pulpit-cloth at Church; an’ if there’s
any good, we’ve need of it in this world.”
It is curious how the superstition of externalism has affected many, even
noble minds. Dr. Johnson once said of John Campbell, a political and
philosophical writer, “Campbell is a good man, a pious man; I’m afraid he
has not been inside of a church for a good many years, but he never passes
a church without pulling off his hat. This shows he has good principles.”
IV.
Jesus perceived the blunders of the well-meaning, but ignorant and
ambitious,—such as the man who went to the wedding party without suitable
garments, and was unceremoniously shown to the door; such as the obtuse
people who, invited to a feast, always took the seats of honor and were as
often courteously escorted to seats further down the table. When the “more
honorable man” came, the host would say, “Give this man place,” and the
other would “begin with shame to take the lowest seat.” Jesus saw these
blunders, and we cannot believe that he was blind to their comical side.
He must have felt that the mistake was a ludicrous one, even when he
advised the stupid people who made it, “When thou art bidden, go and sit
down in the lowest room; that when he that bade thee cometh, he may say,
Friend, go up higher; and then thou shalt have worship in the presence of
them that sit at meat with thee.”
V.
The sense of humor in Jesus is still further shown by his selection of
characters for his parables and illustrations. How many of them are what
we should call “odd sticks” to-day!
Could any one devoid of humor, or opposed to its use, have described such
odd or eccentric people as the fool who thought that sand was as good a
foundation for his house as rock; or the drowsy friend roused at midnight
to lend his neighbor bread and scolding furiously at the annoyance? Then
we have the shepherd’s coward hireling who ran away from his flock when he
saw the wolf coming; the foolish rich man; the unscrupulous steward who
provided for himself by cheating his master; the three fellows who made
such puerile excuses for absenting themselves from the king’s
banquet,—one was interested in a real estate transaction, another was
dealing in stock, while the third had just “married a wife.” Perhaps the
characterization of all these excuses as puerile, may be too sweeping.
This last case may be an exception. Having just entered the holy estate of
matrimony, any plans this man might have formed before that event were of
course subject to revision. Let us not be too hard upon him. It may be
that he rests under too heavy a load of censure. He may even be deserving
of sympathy. He said—was there a suggestion of desperation in his
words?—“I have married a wife and therefore I can not come.” The king
ought very likely to have exempted this man from his wrath; for he seems
to say, “I should like to come, but—!”
Then there was the servant who, in his lord’s absence, got above his
business, assumed the master, became drunken in the company of roisterers,
and beat his fellow-servants; but was at last put to shame by the sudden
and unexpected arrival of his master. This servant was a veritable Jaques
who, in the old play, assumed to be his master, the Duke, and who was
likewise brought to grief by his master’s return: “I must appear
important; big as a country pedagogue when he enters the school-room with
a-hem, and terrifies the apple-munching urchins with the creaking of his
shoes. I’ll swell like a shirt bleaching in a high wind; and look as
burly as a Sunday beadle when he has kicked down the unhallowed stall of a
profane old apple-woman. Bring my chair of state!”
There are other characters, such as the shrewd laborer who, digging in a
field, finds a hidden treasure and secreting it goes and buys the field;
the unjust judge who finally, completely tired out, gives way in no very
amiable mood to the widow’s unceasing petitions for justice; the timid
soul, who, fearing to use his talent, hid it in a napkin and buried it in
the earth; the self-righteous Pharisee who recounts his good deeds before
the Lord of the Temple and complacently congratulates himself that he is
not as other men! “God, I thank thee that I am not as the rest of men,
extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican. I fast twice
in the week; I give tithes of all that I get!” Mr. Pecksniff once
more!—so satisfied with himself, “so radiant with ingenuous honesty that
Mrs. Lupin almost wondered not to see a stained-glass glory, such as the
saint wore in the church, shining about his head!”
VI.
In the introduction, reference was made to the words of Mr. Shorthouse
which suggested this investigation. This seems a fitting place to present
the only example in which Mr. Shorthouse has carried out his own
suggestion,—the Parable of the Prodigal Son.
“But is it trite that there is no humor in the gospels? ‘What strokes of
nature, if not of humor,’ to use Mr. Addison’s words again, may we find in
the story, let us say, of the Prodigal Son? What, in the light of the
modern conception of humor, will come out of this?
Here, surely, there is no want of real life, of low life, even. Here is a
wild young scamp, as like Tom Jones as heart could wish. Here is
ingratitude, forgetfulness of parents, riotous living, taverns, harlots,
what not? Then beggary, and feeding swine, and living upon husks. Then
when evil living is found not to answer, penitence—like Tom Jones again.
And ‘when he was yet a great way off his father saw him,’ along the stony
road beneath the vine-clad hills. Who can tell how often the father’s eyes
had gazed longingly down the road since his son’s figure, gay, reckless of
the benefits just bestowed, accompanied by servants, eager for the
pleasures of the world, had vanished from his sight? Now, at last, after
so long waiting and looking, he sees in the far distance, a very different
sight. He sees a solitary figure, worn and bent down, in rags, dragging on
its weary steps; how could the old man’s gaze expect such a sight as this?
Nevertheless, his father knew him, ‘and ran and fell on his neck.’ He did
not wait for any accents of repentance, nor did he enforce any moral
precepts which might advantage posterity. ‘He fell on his neck and kissed
him.’ Foolish old father!
Tom Jones is brought in. He goes to the bath. The familiar feeling of
luxury comes over him once more. He is clothed in fine linen, and has a
gold ring placed on his finger, the past seems an evil dream. Then the
fatted calf is killed. The banquet is spread and there is festivity,
music, and dancing-girls.
But suddenly, in the midst of his delight, some trouble passes over the
old man’s face; his eldest son is not in his place, and they bring him
word that he is without and refuses to come in. Some perception of a
neglected truth passes through the father’s mind, and he rises and goes
out. ‘Therefore came his father out and entreated him.’
The eldest son has been out all day working in the vineyards; all his life
had been one long performance of duty, taken for granted, and therefore
unpraised and unrecognized. In how many households will silent witness be
borne that this is real life—the gentle and obedient service
overlooked—nay, more than this, the cross word or hasty temper where
there is no fear that it will be returned.
‘All these years have I served thee * * * and yet thou never gavest me a
kid that I might make merry with my friends.’ I am a man like others,
gayety and feasting are pleasant to me, as to them.
A look of perplexed, but growing insight comes into the father’s face.
‘Son, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine.’
This is all very well, still he is conscious that there is something to be
said for the eldest son, too. But his lost son—his wayward, and therefore
loved son, is come again.
‘It is meet that we should make merry and be glad, for this thy brother
was dead and is alive again.’ We can see the pitiful, pleading look in the
old man’s eyes,—‘thy brother was dead.’
Yes, Addison must be right. Nature and humor cannot be far apart. The
source and spring of humor is human life. Its charm consists, not merely
in laughter or even in joy, but in the stirring of those sympathies and
associations which exist invariably in the race; for we inherit a
world-life and a religion, the earth-springs of whose realities lie,
perchance, too deep for laughter, but not, Heaven be praised, too deep for
tears.”
Surely the examples given suggest an eye for the humorous in him who saw
and described them. These illustrations were, indeed, used to convey moral
truths, but they show how wide was the acquaintance of Jesus with all
sorts of characters, and how he loved to use such as were out of the
ordinary; such as, to-day, we should at least call “peculiar.” A
recognition of this fact will help us better to appreciate and more
thoroughly to enjoy those simple, yet wonderful parables, out of which the
heavy hand of a severely literal criticism would crush all “touches of
nature.”