You are allowed to laugh. Too often our faith is like wearing a T-shirt that's two sizes too small. We keep trying to pull it and tug it and all the while it feels like we are slowly suffocating. You are allowed to laugh. The finger pointers and the self-appointed judges of what's appropriate and what isn't sit in the back row and scowl. They sing "Joy to the World" as if it were a funeral dirge. They say, "Stop...