God has a sense of humor. Maybe even a disappearing act. I think they are there, and then they vanish. But they leave behind a trail of books, plus a few clues on where to find the next chapter.

But sometimes, I don’t find them funny.

It’s not funny when things don’t go according to plan. Or at least, not according to my plans. Life has other ideas than mine about how my life should be lived.

God is one of those ideas.

To me, they are a concept that permeates all matter and energy, and they show up in every timeline and continent of this planet. Every corner of the globe has explored it. And that’s where it gets funny to me.

While living on a spinning ball of liquids, gasses, and solids able to sustain life, every attempt at defining God is valid to me. It seems everybody is pointing at the same universe while it wears one of its trillion faces.

I don’t know the right path. God knows I wish I did. But I do know one thing: God has a sense of humor. And lately, I’m laughing.