A sense of humor adds luster, length to life
Someonasked recently, "If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, what is the empty desk a sign of?"

I enjoy puns, or plays on words. They don't require a person with a Ph.D, or a member of Mensa to understand them. The experience takes us out of a serious mood and puts a smile on our faces ... perhaps an uttered groan.

I don't know if its been documented, but I read that people who laugh a lot tend to live longer than others. I also read that people who attend worship regularly, live longer and have more healthy lives. I do both, so I'm anticipating a long, long life.

Before the season of Mardi Gras ends and Lent begins for the Christian world, I thought I would share one of the stories I enjoy: Wolff Kissinger was a spy. He was the bane of the Nazis during World War II. Although they sought him everywhere, they were never able to lay a hand, bullet or poisoned dart on him. The reason they couldn't was that Wolff was a master of disguise... Wolff and his disguises ran the gamut from Oriental merchant to English squire to Portuguese sailor to African tribesman. There was no role he could not play to perfection. His makeup was wondrous and his flair for dialect sheer brilliance.

The top brass of German Intelligence met to see if they could set an unbeatable trap for the Allies' most valuable undercover agent. Despite all their collective knowledge, planning and intelligence, they had no idea at all what guise their quarry would affect next. What could they do? He might just as easily be a Rommel aide or Mussolini's second in command, or an ordinary soldier.

Sighed one of the Nazi leaders as the vexing problem was pondered, "I wonder who's Kissinger now?" So, keep on laughing, and attending worship, and perhaps it will add years to your life.