I have prayed to you my whole life. I deeply believe in you and your greatness. I am overawed by your majesty. However sometimes I wonder what you are thinking when bad things happen. Are you just testing us?
Dear True Believer:
First, I am not God. Your letter must have gotten mixed-up at the post office.
Second, unlike God, you can see me, feel me, touch me, and when I don’t change my socks, you can smell me too.
Third, I do not have God’s current address…he keeps moving. The last address I had for him was Salt Lake City but he left when Mitt Romney lost the Presidency. Rumor has it that he is now sharing an address with the Devil in Trump Tower but I understand through well-placed sources that this address might not be good for long. So instead of relying on the post office to deliver your letter to the right recipient (I don’t want the Devil to get it by mistake), I will try and answer your question.
There is an ancient Hebrew prayer called the Shema. The English translation of the prayer is:”Hear O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is One.” The question is, the Lord is One what?
Is the Lord One Great Guy as miracles do happen?
Is the Lord One Big Shmuck as tragedies do occur?
Is the Lord One Ton A Mera? (He’s Hispanic!)
Is the Lord One Toke Over The Line? (He’s a stoner!)
Is the Lord One Mother Mary who comes to me? If so…let it be, let it be.
So here’s the rub. Religion tries to tell you who God is. In reality, God is whoever you want Him/Her to be.
You won’t believe it but I just finished talking to God. He’s a middle age American male who works a 40 hour week, makes $58,000 a year and gets a pension after 30 years. Yup, he’s the postman who delivered your letter to me. 🙂