I was talking to a Mormon young man I happen to know the other day
and I asked him about Noah's Ark. I was telling him I thought it was
weird that God would get so angry at all of humanity that he would
drown them all -- a very painful and horrifying death, especially
for little kids.
He pointed out that while everyone was wicked in
those days, the little kids who drowned didn't go to hell; a child
has to reach the age of reason before they would able to tell right
from wrong -- and that age was eight.
After reflecting on it a bit I was able to come back the next day
and tell him a related joke I dreamed up:
Imagine there was a young
kid -- a seven year-old -- back in the time of Noah right before the
big flood. His birthday was coming up and he was, as you'd expect,
super excited. Finally the big day arrives, his eighth birthday, and
he looks out the window and sees that it's starting to rain (very
hard). The kids says, "Ah, crap! Just my luck! Raining on my
birthday." Meanwhile, watching the whole thing
up in heaven God chuckles and says, "Kid, you have no idea just how
unlucky you really are. I was planning on doing this flood thing
last week -- but I got busy."
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