If our God, who is a Unitary Trinity of Beings, can’t let us tell jokes about Him, and His Acts that it pleased Him to do whe he was a young-’un, and what the guys in the Pub thought of them, then what use are we to Him as ambassadors? He is (they are) our Ossifer: we can scrag and rag Him/Them (but we will try to follow Him, _/even/_ when He has a map and He Is Sure that He knows where we are, in the face of the Enemy…)
Humour drives out evil: DISCUSS.
He is of course all-powerful, omniscient and benevolent, as the great mathematician Gottfried Leibniz suggested, so it can’t matter that we cheek Him and take the piss out of Him. This is the real one-over that we have on all other versions of “God”…
We’ve really got, we Western liberals, the best possible God: if you think about it. The rest can eat cake.