I have a curse. I love telling puns, the more cringeworthy the better. Something catches my eye. I love how the person has cleverly uses words and double entendres to cause us to groan. I have a good friend. We try to outpun one another, much to the chagrin of my spouse who has heard enough puns for a lifetime.
I think my love of puns started when I was in highschool. I was painfully shy. I was not sure how I could fit in with the popular kids. They were either the natural athletes, the cheerleaders, the lead actors in our drama club, or the charismatic leaders of the school. Here was I, clumsy, shy, horrible at sports, and just didn't know how to fit in. When I started using puns though, I would occasionally get a laugh. Oh I still didn't fit in. But I was known as a funny guy. It was one talent that I had to share. I later discovered other talents. I could sing. I could take photographs. I could even sometimes preach an ok sermon. I could listen. But when I was 15 all I had was puns.
Using your gifts. I think all of us have been given gifts by God. Some folks are great at crafts. Some people are whizzes with mechanical things. Some are great cooks. Some can be great surgeons. Some just have that quiet way about them that make the world a better place. I think there is a reason God made you and me. We have something to contribute.
And maybe that is the way I feel about my puns. Surely God gave me my affinity for puns for a reason. Maybe it is to make people laugh or groan. So I am going to use this adage that I read recently. People who say no puns intented are cowards. Always intend your puns. To others I say, share your gifts. Don't be afraid to show your skills as a carpenter, a ballerina, a home maker, a crafter, or whatever. Your gifts were given to you a reason. Share them. Blessings.