Tonight, my wife and I went to see Adam Sandler’s silly comedy, Jack and Jill. It featured, predictably,over-the-top physical comedy,fart sounds and wisecracking children. I had a personal interest in this story about twins, as I am a twin. Shawn,who is five minutes younger than I,is a great delight to me. As we are boy and girl twins, we are not as close as same-sex twins might be. We neither shared a room while growing up nor shared each other’s clothes. However,Shawn and I share a closeness that I do not have with my other sisters. In Sandler’s film,the twins spoke a language all their own and had a bond which could not be denied- as much as Sandler’s character tried to. Shawn and I will turn 60 years old in a few days and have arranged to be together on our birthday. She will fly to Anchorage from Atlanta,where she lives,and will join me for a week of ministry that I have in beautiful Alaska. My wombmate and I have a bond and will rejoice that we have lived this long,that our mother is still living and that we still like to hug each other…just as we did when we were children.

Tonight, Adam Sandler made me laugh and Shawn Farmer Monroe makes me smile.

Our mother didn’t write the following, but she could have:

Two faces to wash,and four dirty hands
Two insistent voices,making demands
Twice as much crying,when things go wrong
The four eyes closing,with slumber song
Twice as many garments,blowing on the line
Two cherubs in the wagon,soaking up sunshine
Work I do for twins,naturally comes double
But four arms to hug me, repay all my trouble
– Author Unknown