The Weight of a Good Joke

I was scrolling X the other morning, half-awake, coffee in hand, when I stumbled on a repost that made me snort: “Got on my bathroom scale this morning. Let me tell you, the Full Armor of God is heavy! Hallelujah!” It was perfect—equal parts Bible nod and self-deprecating jab at my waistline. My mom, who’s never touched X, had to hear this. But I didn’t just forward it. I sent it like it was my…