This post is dedicated to Mediumpetey, my most dedicated blogger and to “lit n up” for that great handle.
MP, with respect to your penchant for humor, the material is mine but feel free to use it. It is at God’s expense but I doubt He would mind, good- natured “Joe” that He is.
So there God is on His day off, like anyone else trying to unwind with a round of golf with Peter and Michael and Gabriel. Taking His sweet time God gets to the third hole and swings mightily. The ball winds up in a sand trap. The Lord meanders over. After taking in the view, the Lord starts to swing away. Sand sprays all around and onto to Peter’s brand new robes but Peter rather likes the Lord and patiently cuts Him some slack. When the dust settles a little, in the far distance the foursome sees some newly formed land. They shrug and let the Lord continue away as the sand swirls around them, getting all of them dusty even more. But then again they look hither and yon and now this new land- mass is divided into mountains and valleys. To their consummate relief, the Lord finally dislodges the ball onto a nice fairway and the game resumes. Finally, sighs Peter in relief, brushing himself off. Then more trouble. On the seventh hole the Lord lands His ball in the water. Let the spraying begin, thinks Peter. The Lord swings away, stroke after stroke. In the clearing the foursome can see rivers and oceans streaming and roaring through the newly designed land- mass. Then the Lord raises His club to dislodge the ball. Standing there in his new wet robes wet, Peter sees no relief in sight. Peter grabs the Lord by His arm before the Lord can swing and demands to know: “Are You gonna’ play golf or just fool around here?”
(Source: Frank Previte, avid golfer)
And…more creation humor
It was one of those great sunny days and always being interested in what we humans are up to, Yahweh accepted an invitation from some scientists to spend the afternoon catching up on their latest developments. They were sitting around in the grass with Yahweh, who was relaxing lazily against an ancient oak. They were just about to adjourn for cocktails when one of the scientists tells Yahweh that scientists think they too can create man. Now all ears, Yahweh really perks up and leans forward. Yes, the scientist continues as he explains that they have discovered DNA and so many of its secrets and can now even clone. I mean really what else is there to it?
“Well this is indeed news”, Yahweh agrees. “Care to make it interesting?” the Lord challenges. The scientist says sure. “First, let’s see what you can do”, Yahweh begins, “I’ll make a man and then you make one.” And the scientists eagerly agree to Yahweh’s plan, anxious to demonstrate their new prowess. So Yahweh reaches down and lifts up a fistful of dirt and molds and squeezes and, viola`, there He produces man. “Your turn”, Yahweh says as He leans back into the tree again. The Lord invites the scientist to try his hand at it. So one scientist places his hand on the ground. Immediately Yahweh leans forward and puts His Hand over the scientist’s hand, preventing him from scooping up any dirt. Leaning very close to the surprised scientist, Yahweh looks him directly in the eye with that divine magnetism penetrating the scientist to the core. “Make your own dirt,” said the Lord with a gleam in His eye.
(Source: Sarah Greiner)
For more humor…see…. See the Dentist. This was passed on by a good friend.