The colour of God

One brother to the other:

“I know what colour God is.”

“What colour?”

“See-through.”

Dramatic pause

“But the kind of see-through you can’t see.”

Thoughtful pause.

“And even though you can’t see God, he’s always hugging us or holding us, isn’t he?”

The other brother says, with a weary eye-roll that suggests this is theology for babies:

“Of course he is. He’s got the whole world in his hands.”