God's Sense of Humor

I think God must have a sense of humor. And I am including God in whatever sense you choose to see him or Him. See, confession time, I do believe that there is a God. Do I believe that God is word-for-word what is in the Bible? No. Do I think that there is some kind of force out there that is beyond our understanding that helps makes us humans what we are? Yes. Do I think I can really possibly understand what that force is and say that these are the rules you must follow to understand that force? No.

Sometimes I think that whatever God is He or She is really a rather bratty teenager. A cruel one at that. If you believe the creation story you would have to wonder about a deity who would create this supposed perfect garden and yet put that stupid tree in there anyway. Why even bother with that? Sounds like one of those science experiments scientists do with rats. You know, you have one lever that shocks and one that administers a food pellet. You start to see how many times it takes for the rat to get shocked before it realizes it needs to push the other lever.

See, I began to wonder about this yesterday when I developed a pimple on the end of my nose. I know, considering the myriad of other health problems I probably have and that the world probably has, this seems like a little thing. Given the state of the world it seems very minor. Still, when you wake up and see something red right at the corner of your eye and then spend part of the morning looking cross-eyed at the end of your nose you can’t help but think of anything else. You know how those pimples are. They hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.