God is a comedian, playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.
It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.
It is the test of a good religion whether you can joke about it.
The gods too are fond of a joke.
[Bobby Tom] finally understood Gracie's function in his life. She was God's joke on him.
Maybe the universe is a giant practical joke and we don't know the punchline.
I think God has a tremendous sense of humor.
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
It is quite true, as some poets said, that the God who created man must have had a sinister sense of humor, creating him a reasonable being, yet forcing him to take this ridiculous posture, and driving him with blind craving for this ridiculous performance.
A lot of people say, 'Hey, God doesn't have a sense of humor.' Yes, He does. God has a great sense of humor.
There, but for the grace of God, goes God.
I guess God has a sense of humor, when he had a man that wanted to start his life as a priest, end up marrying a preacher.
He had the sort of face that makes you realize God does have a sense of humor.
In his own lifetime Jesus made no impact on history. This is something that I cannot but regard as a special dispensation on God's part, and, I like to think, yet another example of the ironical humour which informs so many of His purposes. To me, it seems highly appropriate that the most important figure in all history should thus escape the notice of memoirists, diarists, commentators, all the tribe of chroniclers who even then existed
Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.
I think if there is a God, it's very important that he has a sense of humour - otherwise, you are in for a very miserable afterlife.
God has a most wicked sense of humor.
I thought of God as being able to talk big and write *very* small.
Life is a jest of the Gods and there is no justice. You must learn to laugh… or else you'll weep yourself to death.
The barometer that shows "variable" is an ironic indictment of God.
A God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who falls and falls, always belly side up, ready for caresses, that’s him, our master. Come, kiss me.
In Bengal, Hindus are known to crack jokes at the expense of their gods and goddesses and that's what I did.
There but for the grace of God, goes God.
I have never understood why it should be considered derogatory to the Creator to suppose that he has a sense of humour.
And the Lord said: I burn down your cities - how blind you must be. I take from you your children, and you say how blessed are we. You all must be crazy to put your faith in me. That's why I love mankind.
