Challenge: Write a letter to someone you don’t know
Dear God,
I’m not sure what to call you, or if you’re even around (in the human sense) to answer. You’re certainly not in charge of anything anymore, so I’m wasting my time asking for help. It’d be faster to dial up one of our corrupt politicians, and pray for divine dispensation, or better yet to buy some indulgence. Now that I’m here, I’m dumb, I can’t say my mind, find words, make sense, can’t come to any purpose. I feel empty. I feel naked and ashamed. I thought You said you were Love . . . No, some man wrote that thousands of years ago. You’re not to blame for human emotions, disaster, devolution. But if You can, smite us with righteous compassion. Hail on our hate parades. Kill us with kindness before it’s too late.
