Muchas Gracias

Dear God,

It’s the weekend after an especially taxing week. Thank you for allowing me the time to volunteer, even though I was kind of forced to do it. It was a really amazing experience – thank you.

Thank you for what seems to be a fantastic Cinco de Mayo, that I can spend with amazing friends that you have so lovingly and mercifully blessed me with. I do not deserve them.

Thank you for the time to rest, relax, sleep in, and eat great food.

Amen.

Power

Dear God,

So I was kind of wondering … I sat through this presentation about Catholicism today for work, and the video kept talking about the Pope and showing pictures of him and everything. I realize that I grew up Baptist and all, so Catholic hierarchy doesn’t make a lot of sense to me …

… But why does someone who lives in a huge mansion … nee, his own city, really … feel that it’s okay to tell me that I should contribute my salary to helping the poor when he wears Prada shoes, Serengetti sunglasses, and sits on a throne in a church paved in gold?

I mean, really, if it was really that important to feed the poor and right the wrongs .. which I know it is .. why does he live in such opulence when everyone else suffers?

I know your vision is a lot more widespread than mine and such, God. And I don’t like the Baptists either .. the Falwells, Robertsons, and Meyers of the Protestant world are just as bad … but something there just doesn’t add up …

God, I don’t say this to make myself sound better – I’m no better nor worse than anyone else. But please always remind me, no matter how great or small my personal wealth is, that being a hypocrite is wrong. And to help those around me who are in need, no matter how much or how little it is that I really have.