One cannot have religion without humor…

The Pope arrives in heaven, where St. Peter awaits him. St. Peter asks the Pope who he is.

The Pope: I am the Pope.

St. Peter: Who? There’s no such name in my book.

The Pope: I’m the representative of God on Earth.

St. Peter: Does God have a representative? He didn’t tell me…

The Pope: But I am the leader of the Catholic Church…

St. Peter: The Catholic Church… Never heard of it… Wait, I’ll check with the boss.

St. Peter walks away through Heaven’s Gate to talk with God.

St. Peter: There’s a dude standing outside who claims he’s your representative on earth.

God: I don’t have a representative on earth, not that I know of… Wait, I’ll ask Jesus.

(God calls for Jesus)

Jesus: Yes, Father, what’s up?

God and St. Peter explain the situation.

Jesus: Wait, I’ll go outside and have a little chat with that fellow.

Ten minutes pass, and Jesus reenters the room laughing out loud. After a few minutes, St. Peter asks Jesus why he’s laughing.

Jesus: Remember that fishing club I started 2000 years ago? It still exists!