There is a holiness to this nonsense, a sense in which it functions as prayerful joy. Christian joy, after all, is itself a response to the silly, the absurd: the good news. That God would come down to reclaim us through the sacrificial and atoning work of Jesus, rather than simply scrap it all and start over, is laughably illogical. Yet that’s what he did, in what amounts to a cosmically nonsensical gesture.
