God is the author of joy. Read the opening words of either of the Genesis stories (wait there’s more than one?) and you’ll meet a being who creates everything with love and happiness. It’s easy to imagine God dancing through creation flinging a paintbrush dipped in light. When did God become the judge? When did God become the angry, somber, pinch-faced deity looking down from on high with a bucket of lighting bolts at the ready? This book, like it’s predecessor, celebrates the God who laughs, the God who plays hide-and- seek with Moses, the God who plays peek-a-boo (Look! I’m a burning bush. Look! I’m a pillar of smoke! Look! I’m in invisible. Heh, see what I did there?) The Old Testament is a wondrous collection of epic and totally screwy stories. Lions and bears and floods and people being turned into seasonings. People dance naked in parades, get their heads nailed to the ground, and we won’t even go into the the guy with the talking ass. People follow gloriously screwed-up leaders on faith and then get to stand and watch as God wipes out their enemies like he’s flicking a booger off his finger. Any book created to help us laugh at these stories is almost unnecessary. Almost. Read. Enjoy. Laugh out loud. Buy one for a friend.