Karen and I just returned from a long trip away from home and we're celebrating today. The fact that it's Cinco de Mayo, makes it official. It's a day set aside for celebration - so why shouldn't we?

For starters, today we're celebrating no jet lag after 14 hours of travel. No disasters happened while we were gone and we went to sleep in our own bed and woke up to a beautiful spring day.

One of the positive trends in our country is that we're becoming more Hispanic. Maybe you're among the xenophobic few who don't see this as something to celebrate. If so, consider this: Hispanics are in many ways more American than a lot of Americans. They've got the DNA that brought a generation of immigrants here. They're more family-focused and they're harder workers than the norm. In a lot of sectors of the economy today, when you want to get something done, you hire a team of Hispanics.

And yes, they've got this day. And those of us who love Hispanics need to make common cause with them and join in the fun. There's a lot of good news out there and we should be among the first to celebrate it. This evening the Barnes family is going to do exactly that. All five of the kids plus our new kid, Joe, are going to have one of Karen's great meals. We're going to crank the music up and spin around to it. And I for one intend to be laughing.

God loves a celebration. Heaven is a party. When those of us who follow Jesus get together, we reflect that in our singing, dancing, and general spiritual carousing. It should be a blast to be a Christian. I don't get Christians who are boring or overly serious. Better to count your blessings and whoop it up. Whatever a celebration looks like to you, let me just suggest that you need to be doing it more. Louder, longer, and with more abandon!