New Yorker Caption Contest #41

New Yorker Caption Contest #41: March 13th

The Lord works in a mysterious haze.

What would Jesus drink? (or, What would Jesus spew?)

Belly up to the altar, Margaret.

God always orders a light beer.

He must be a Lighter-Day Saint.

Let me introduce you to the wages of gin.

Well, they HAD to do something about getting people back to church for St. Patrick’s Day.

I guess the AA meeting is in the other St. Anne’s.

Let’s try the place down the street. This just isn’t God-forsaken enough for me.

Don’t worry – God is your bartender.

All they’re doing here is pouring to the choir.