God Has a Sense of Humor — Do You?

The longer I blog, the more I read, the more I become convinced that there’s an underground network of Christian people who have decided that laughter is a sin.  I’ve been chastised for my sarcasm, seen others ridiculed for their satire, and read the comments of too-many-to-count who seem to think that faith equals no sense of humor.

Well, I hate to break it to those people, but God’s funny.  It’s often a dry sense of humor which makes you question if He was serious or not, but sometimes it’s flat out slapstick….and the sarcasm?  I love it!  Do you realize that if sarcasm were a sin there’d be no Irishmen in Heaven?  It’s a fact.  I know it is. Trust me.  I’ve met quite a few Irishmen

Don’t those holier-than-thou types read their Bibles?  They never read where Batholomew says of Jesus “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?”  Jesus’ friends were funny.  If you really read what they’re talking about as they’re following Him around…there’s a lot of joking going on.  So why do these modern day Christians think there’s something wrong with laughing?

‘Cause God’s funny.  Only a guy with a sense of humor could think this up

Isn’t it gorgeous?  Deep purple and huge…it can grow to be over 10 feet high.  It looks like there need to be Oompah Loompas circling it and dancing.  I’d almost love one in my yard.

Almost.

Because it smells like rotting flesh.  Yes, that’s the corpse flower.  It might be pretty, but you’d better bring your gas mask when you go to see it.

He’s poking fun at us. I know He is because it’s crazy rare and only blooms once every couple years, so when it does people will line up for hours to go see it.  Hours in the heat of summer to see something which makes you want to retch?  I’m pretty sure the joke’s on us!

“Ah,” they’ll say, “it’s not really funny.  It’s an adaptation for………….”

What? I stopped listening.  I have no time for that kind of nonsense.  And it is nonsense.  What kind if Heaven do the non-laughing ones look forward to?  It sounds like boring afternoons at my Grandma’s house listening to the clock tick away the painfully slow seconds while Grandpa snored in his easy chair.  Although come to think of it……they had no air conditioning in South Texas……in the Summer……maybe it’s a better example of someplace else.  (Not that I didn’t like my grandparents, non-humorous people, but those were the most boring afternoons ever.)

I don’t know who they’re wanting to hang out with for all Eternity, but I want to hang with the guy who made this stuff

One of my favorite funny faces.

And then there’s this thing….I have no clue what it is, but it looks like what God does with the leftover bits.

So those of you laughing along, keep yucking it up.  God wants us to laugh or he wouldn’t have given us so many reasons.

For those of you shaking your heads in disapproval or readying your fingers to let me know all the ways I’m wrong………I can take it.  I’m all ready for you.  I put on my big girl panties this morning and everything.  But first can you answer a couple questions for me?  What does your Heaven look like, and why on Earth would I want to go there?

I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?  Need a hug?