...I asked my son, his question causing me to give him a shocked smile.

My five year old looked at me and repeated the question. "Does God toot? You know, fart?"

And we both started to giggle, because that is what boys do when they talk about passing gas.

"I don't know, Son" I said, "but, let's keep this conversation to ourselves because I don't think others will appreciate it."

"So you don't think God toots?"

And I thought on this for a while. "Well", I said "we are created in his image."

It turns out that my wife, after initially rolling her eyes at this story, thought it was pretty funny. "Boys and their toots." is all she said, shaking her head as she walked away.

Now, no one is ever going to confuse me with a theologian, yet I am pretty sure that in all of the seminary schools across this land, the study of the divine flatulence is rather uncommon. I can't think of a single piece of scripture that sings out the praise of heavenly tooting. If so, I would have been snickering in the pews a long time ago.

Imagine if there was such a passage. Now imagine the devout monk, giggling to himself as he transcibes by hand the passage into a new book..."and for thou, a divine wind shall break for thee". About then, a Mother Superior would walk by, roll here eyes, shake her head and say, "Boys and their toots".

The Good Lord passing gas. Maybe that explains global warming?