A joke: two theologians walk into a bar …

One says, “God does this.”

The other says in reply, “He certainly does.”

…

I remember when I told my mother no.

Do you make me or do I make you? I asked Her.

She told me to put my nose in the corner.

So I asked my priest; he told me to ask God.

“I already asked Him,” I said.

“Then wait and listen.”

So I listened.

I remember when they taught us to pray.

“God speaks to you,” said one teacher.

“He certainly does,” said the other.

So very quietly I waited and listened. I concentrated on the silence and waited patiently for Him to speak. Until finally, I heard the voice! Alleluia, I heard the voice. Through tears of joy I said, “It’s so great to meet you maker of worlds. I have so many questions.” And I asked, and He answered. All day and night I asked for weeks and He answered, until I had no more questions except one.

I asked, “Who are you?”

It was silent.

I asked again, “Who am I?”

“You are.”

“I am?”