Joy the world with balls of jolly;
Lolly-lolly-lolly, Christmas time.
I love his version because it brings to mind throwing big balls of something called “jolly” that smash like water balloons across the world, “joying” everything and everyone like egging a car.
I believe we all need to get joyed with some jolly balls, both in this season and year round.
I sat on the bus the other day behind a very old man. I let out one of my frequent coughs from the latest lingering cold. He turned around and with the most sympathetic face asked, “Under the weather?”
I told him yes, not thinking about the fact that my response meant I had just sent germs flying at his head.
“I have to be real careful about that kind of thing.” He smiled, stood up, and carried his groceries and newspaper to a seat further away.
It was the kind of response that could have made me feel like dirt, misunderstood and slighted. I was pretty sure I wasn’t actually still contagious; more likely just my asthma just had gotten irritated by chilly air. His response could have been taken as total rudeness.
In his new seat, he sat facing sideways and I could see his face. In that face I saw absolutely zero hard feelings, and in fact it looked more like he was sitting there praying for me, sending me good karma, or otherwise thinking kind thoughts for me. He smiled and kept on smiling, out the window, at the bus driver, at the other passengers. Here was an old man knowing that a cold could land him in the hospital or worse, and not the least bit angry at the world, God, strangers, or anybody.
I felt like he’d tossed a big jolly-balloon that had burst and joyed all over me.
Why stress? Tis this season not to just paint a jolly smile on your face, but to really live it, accepting the gift of God’s joy.
It’s flying at you right now. Better catch it.