Statues and Prayer

Church is hard. I stare too much at the statues. I do my best to listen but I can’t help watching people. I pray, God has a sense of humor. He has to have a sense of humor. Laughter is one quality that separates us from animals. Wouldn’t that be weird if your cat could laugh at you. Sometimes my dog smiles but I realize it’s a dog. The statues are so reverent, no smiles. I look up and pray to a giant statue of Jesus. A crucified Jesus. Today, I thought this seems odd. I closed my eyes today and prayed. That felt better in my heart. Would I know Jesus if he smiled? Would he laugh? Would I know? I hate the statues.