No. No he does not.
Now that I have your attention…
Yes. Yes he does! Of course he does! Have you not seen the platypus!?
Does he laugh?
Does he think we’re funny?
Does he crack up at us when we are making a fool of ourselves?
Yes. Yes. Yes.
We were created in God’s image (Genesis 1:27), and we have a sense of humour (well I hope you do), so of course God has a sense of humour!
So here’s my story. Just a wee experience that I thought I would share.
It was the Easter break, and my sister and I had made the trek up to New Plymouth to see our family. We had spent 4.5hours driving, and 2hours flying to make it to our place of birth. One glorious morning I woke up (good start) and trudged to the shower. Afterwards, I got dressed, trying to be as quiet as a hippopotamus, much to my sleeping (or not so much) sister's disgust. Upon deciding on my outfit for a day of probable rain (it always rains in New Plymouth when I’m there), I came out to the kitchen to have breakfast. My brother, Corey, was sitting at the table watching a movie, and Mum was in the lounge. I have no idea what the movie was called, but the one scene I saw was where a person got attacked by a bunch of wolves in the snow. Great movie choice for the early morning Corey, haha.
Corey itched his chest because he felt something funny tickle him. He looked inside his top, just to double check. Sure enough, there was nothing there. So he carried on watching his (interesting) movie. All of a sudden, out of the corner of his eye, something crawled out of his top by his neck and onto his sleeve. I’ve never heard my brother yell so loudly before. I came rushing over from the kitchen. "Maybe there had just been something really sudden and scary that had happened in the movie," I wondered. But no… there it was, the hugest spider ever! It almost had the arm span of the palm of my hand!! I tried to flick it with my phone, but Corey was squirming and trying to take his top off, so that failed. He whipped his top off faster than you can say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. The spider, although small in actual body, was large in personality and physical size including the legs. It was brown, and ferocious looking, just like the wolves in the movie Corey was watching before the 8-eyed monster had popped out to say hi.
The top was lying there on the ground, and I could see the spider j-chilling amongst the fabric. Mum heard the commotion and came rushing into dining room. Panic was written on her face. It’s not every day that Corey screams that loud, and with that much terror. On the shelf next to the top lay 3 rocks, each with painted words on them. These rocks had been decorated at church when us kids had been little in ‘Sunday School’. One had ‘Hope’ painted on it, one had “Peace’ and the largest rock had ‘Tenderness’. Mum yelled “Quick, kill it with ‘Tenderness’. I cracked up laughing as Mum handed me the ‘Tenderness’ rock.
Like a cave man stoning a rabbit, I grabbed ‘Tenderness’ and hit the spider ‘tenderly’. Multiple times. At this stage Corey was standing halfway down the hallway, so I yelled out “It’s all good Corey, I killed it with ‘Tenderness’.
So yes, God has a sense of humour.
And that’s my story.
The lesson we can learn from this is that when you have a spider on your top you should use your rock named Tenderness to smash the spider into the carpet, for it to never return again. Everyone needs to have a Tenderness rock.