The Dear God Letters 2
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- by Violet Moodswing
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Dear God,
This day has begun brutally cold. As I cranked up the heater, I couldn't help but think about those people who have no heat and those who have no shelter. It leaves me feeling like the lucky one. I know, I know, there are those who would tell me that blessed would be the appropriate term, but it is all semantics.
I honestly think we would change our words if we actually realized what we were saying. We tend to see blessings as something bestowed on us. There is no actual etymology that I can find on the noun blessing. I was only able to find etymology on the verb bless. It seems to originate from pagan blood sprinklings on altars and may have been used in translating texts from Hebrew for lack of better terms.
I have been blessed with indoor plumbing. As if I have been knighted with the toilet or something for being so brave and valiant. Truth is I am a big coward and have done absolutely nothing to deserve even a toilet, much less a house to put it in.
Luck happens. It happens to everyone. Sometimes good sometimes bad. Oooo, I can hear the uncomfortable rustling on the church pews. Still, I believe that luck belongs to you. I don't feel that I do something super special to deserve it. No matter how much good I would perceive myself as doing, it still could not match your goodness. My best moments are total darkness compared to your light. How can I believe that somehow, I am more deserving of some blessing than those who have no shelter regardless of how they got there.
Rain falls on the just and the unjust. That is biblical. Straight out of that book we deem as the be all end all of spirituality. Sounds a lot like luck, doesn't it? It doesn't mean that I am not grateful for all I have, well, when I remember to be. If I were to say that there is never a time that I forget the enormity of my good fortune, I would be lying.
I try not to lie. Of course, I do, just like everyone else. So back to the first lie. Realizing how good I have it.
Like anyone else, I can either focus on how excruciatingly cold it is right now, or, I can realize that some folks are much much colder in a variety of ways. Nursing homes are filled with those who are simply waiting to die because they have no choice and no family to be there with them and just hold their hand. The streets are teaming with people who have no shelter. We aren't always aware of them because humans are good at turning a blind eye. There are those who are suffering severe depression because they cannot see the spark of light that is hope. There are entire countries of people who cannot even go to the market without fear of being bombed.
Please, God, help me to remember that I am no more deserving than any of these people. It will keep me from whining and, as you know, my whine can be so very annoying. I don't know if my praises sound all that much better, but it has to beat a whine any day.
Thank you for allowing me the convenience of indoor living, complete with utilities and indoor plumbing. Thank you that I am only hungry when I choose to be and help me choose to be a little more often so I can have a smaller ass to drag around. Above all, use me as you see fit, for your good and your glory.
Love
Me
This day has begun brutally cold. As I cranked up the heater, I couldn't help but think about those people who have no heat and those who have no shelter. It leaves me feeling like the lucky one. I know, I know, there are those who would tell me that blessed would be the appropriate term, but it is all semantics.
I honestly think we would change our words if we actually realized what we were saying. We tend to see blessings as something bestowed on us. There is no actual etymology that I can find on the noun blessing. I was only able to find etymology on the verb bless. It seems to originate from pagan blood sprinklings on altars and may have been used in translating texts from Hebrew for lack of better terms.
I have been blessed with indoor plumbing. As if I have been knighted with the toilet or something for being so brave and valiant. Truth is I am a big coward and have done absolutely nothing to deserve even a toilet, much less a house to put it in.
Luck happens. It happens to everyone. Sometimes good sometimes bad. Oooo, I can hear the uncomfortable rustling on the church pews. Still, I believe that luck belongs to you. I don't feel that I do something super special to deserve it. No matter how much good I would perceive myself as doing, it still could not match your goodness. My best moments are total darkness compared to your light. How can I believe that somehow, I am more deserving of some blessing than those who have no shelter regardless of how they got there.
Rain falls on the just and the unjust. That is biblical. Straight out of that book we deem as the be all end all of spirituality. Sounds a lot like luck, doesn't it? It doesn't mean that I am not grateful for all I have, well, when I remember to be. If I were to say that there is never a time that I forget the enormity of my good fortune, I would be lying.
I try not to lie. Of course, I do, just like everyone else. So back to the first lie. Realizing how good I have it.
Like anyone else, I can either focus on how excruciatingly cold it is right now, or, I can realize that some folks are much much colder in a variety of ways. Nursing homes are filled with those who are simply waiting to die because they have no choice and no family to be there with them and just hold their hand. The streets are teaming with people who have no shelter. We aren't always aware of them because humans are good at turning a blind eye. There are those who are suffering severe depression because they cannot see the spark of light that is hope. There are entire countries of people who cannot even go to the market without fear of being bombed.
Please, God, help me to remember that I am no more deserving than any of these people. It will keep me from whining and, as you know, my whine can be so very annoying. I don't know if my praises sound all that much better, but it has to beat a whine any day.
Thank you for allowing me the convenience of indoor living, complete with utilities and indoor plumbing. Thank you that I am only hungry when I choose to be and help me choose to be a little more often so I can have a smaller ass to drag around. Above all, use me as you see fit, for your good and your glory.
Love
Me