There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer.
When asked to define “great”, he said: “I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain and anger!”
He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages.
– Found on a joke site
God is a comedian playing to an audience that is too afraid to laugh. – Voltaire
One night, while we were driving home, I asked my daughter Amira (newly turned ten at the time) what kind of person she thinks God is.
She gave it some thought, then said that for her, God had two personas. One was the All-Encompassing God, the Great All, the Highest, the Divine Energy of which we were all a part. Of course, I’m just adding all the fancy words here. What she basically said was that this God was the “Universe” God.
And this “Universe” God had a grand, loving albeit slightly distant demeanor, and a sense of humor that would be best described as dry and a touch sarcastic. The “Universe” God is the type who’d deliberately interpret something you said in the most literal sense, then gently tease you for not stating yourself clearly enough. (“You mean, this isn’t what you had in mind? But didn’t you say—?”) Despite this teasing, this “Universe” God so very clearly knows more than you about what’s really going on behind the scenes. Hence, He treats your little woes and heartbreaks, your aches and pains, your fears and worries, with a wry, knowing and secretly amused smile that can sometimes, admittedly, get frustrating.
“Yes, I know what you’re saying about how much you want this or that or how unfair the world is. And I know you mean it, at least right now,” the “Universe” God says. “But when you get a little older, when you can see a little farther, when your understanding grows a little deeper, you’ll see, and you’ll get why I’m smiling right now.”
The “Universe” God, my daughter informed me, has got her Dad’s sense of humor.
Then there God’s other persona, the “Heart” God. The Personal God, the One Who is With You and In You, the Nurturer, the Listener to All Your Prayers. The “Heart” God is a cheerful, kind God, always ready and willing to crack a joke, to break out in laughter, to spot the absurdity in whatever is going on in front of you, to tell you to where the silver lining is. She is the one who sits with you when you’re feeling sad and feels your sadness with you, before She tries again to direct your attention to the things to be grateful for, to the strengths you have in you, to the things you can still do. She is the one who listens when you need to rant and cry. She is also the God you turn to when the skies are blue, and the wind feels sweet, and the sunflowers are blooming again. And She is the God who smiles back and laughs with you in your moments of joy.
The “Heart” God, my daughter said, sounds a lot like me.
One day, my daughter will grow up, and discover that God has other sides to Him/Her. Just like her father and I do. God also specializes in black humor, for one thing. Very black humor. She spits out cusswords and F-bombs better than any drunken stevedore out there. He appreciates crude banana-peel gags and pratfalls, and dishes out dick and fart jokes. And sometimes—sometimes God won’t tell you the punchline, and just lets the gag go on and on and on.
But I pray—oh, I pray—that she will look back to her childhood and remember the two “Gods” she first got to know. And remember still, that no matter how black the joke gets, the ultimate punchline is: God is love, and so are we, and everything else is just an elaborate setup.
So we might as well enjoy the joke.