I think God has an incredible sense of humor. Typically, I am not opposed to it, especially when I am let in on the joke. I consider myself a comedienne of sorts, and Wit, one of my finer gifts, helps me navigate the most uncomfortable situations. But no one likes to be laughed at, least of all me. I am angry at God, again. I realize how bold it sounds. It is almost obscene to feel anything but grateful or loving or (cue some shallow adjective) towards such a “benevolent” entity. I think of Job a lot. I think of how much of religion — its examples, statutes, prophets, blessings — is eating God’s shit. And respectfully, He…
