True wit is something usually missing from the Christianity practiced in my evangelical subculture.

On one extreme, we have the folks who think jocularity, like any other form of fun, is a sin. To them, if you’re enjoying yourself, by definition you must be doing something ungodly.

These are the proverbial faithful who sit in pews or stand in pulpits, looking as if they were nursed on persimmons and weaned on dill pickles. They’re the frozen chosen.

On the other extreme, we have well-intentioned people who have decided it’s a poor “witness” to the “lost” if we appear relentlessly stern.

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