GOD IS AN OPEN LETTER.

God is an open-ended letter to everyone:

to presidents and peasants,

to beggars and business suits,

to the virtuous and the corrupt,

to the charlatan and the just.

One by one, when you are ready

and probably in a bad way—

shivering, wet, lost and confused,

and wondering what the hell

you are here to do.

This journey home was long overdue.

You stumble into a foreclosed house

where you no longer can pay

the heating bill.

It is bone-cold

and has not been maintained.

Raccoons and hanging bats

have been taken up residence,

but you know where you are going.

You take God’s letter out of the desk drawer

where it had been sitting

for a time such as this.

You open it with trembling hands

because you can feel

your purpose is inside,

and it simply reads:

You are still my treasured child.

Your life is a gift.

Your purpose is to live.

It is never too late

in this Age or the Age to come.

You feel warmth for the first time

you can remember,

and you are ready to endure

the long night.

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