What do you get when you cross a Unitarian with a Jehovah’s Witness? A person who knocks on your door but doesn’t know why.
So now you’ve heard all my jokes. That one above and one I told you all several months ago.
My anthropology prof in grad school, when she was explaining ethnographic study, said that when you got their jokes, you were in.
In the new members class for the PCA church my husband and I are joining, the elder told one on Presbies:
How many Presbyterians does it take to change a lightbulb?
I think that one fits fundamentalists better.
Wait — there is one more:
In Heaven, the cooks are French, the police are English, the mechanics are German, the lovers are Italian, and the bankers are Swiss. But in Hell, the cooks are English, the police are German, the mechanics are French, the lovers are Swiss, and the bankers are Italian.
But I never tell it right, so it’s a pretty lame joke.
So now it’s Share Time. Tell us your best (religious) joke.