Sunday school services wasn’t something one could miss in the home I grew up. The only excuse deemed tangible was sickness and even with that you must run a temperature with few vomits before you would be allowed to observe the sabbath like any other public holiday.
We were literally forced to grace the church with that insalient excuse that “you are from a christian home and we your parents are only bringing you up the christian way”.
What cannot be changed must be endured, my endurance changed into enjoyment. I grew up loving going to the church, I would cry my eyes out if I wasn’t permitted a single service especially during christmas and easter festivities where everyone showcases their closet.
And that was how Christianity and the purported values and doctrines was imbibed in me.
Even at my age my mother’s eagle-eye still wouldn’t let me be on Sundays. Sometimes I feel she would’ve loved for everyday to be Sunday. Woe betides me if I do anything she think isn’t christian-like, the earth just opens to swallow me up.
That notwithstanding the insufferable happenings that has plagued mankind has left me not much options than to question the existence of this God that was introduced to me.
I have been in perpetual need of answers and up until now God he has refused to listen to my heart or hear me out. For someone who bears the “Everlasting Father Title” I expected more than I am being offered.
In my frustrations, I decided to vent my laments by writing Him a letter. Hopefully one redundant angel would send it across.
Dear God,
I am not exactly excited to pen you these heartfelt words. The truth is my soul is clad in mourn and my eyes bulges out of their sockets, I have wailed them out.
Pardon my outright cold attitude but I am not here to exchange pleasantries. God, I was taught in Sunday school that you are an Omniscient God. They claim before anything happens to us whether good or bad you know.
Can you make me understand then why you sit and stare whilst the people you purportedly created in your image and likeness suffer and die?
God just last week I got know about how an entire family, survived by a wife, died in a fire. Maybe this was due to their own carelessness but couldn’t you have done anything to save them?
A lot more people have died in gruesome ways. Do you remember how the MP was murdered in his home?
What beats my understanding is why you claim the lives of innocent kids, they are no sinners. Yet they claim you’re compassionate?
Dear God,
One of your very own creations and my good friend has been home for 5 years without a job. The system may not be working but how does he survive? Did you not say the hands that do not work shall not eat?
I guess you wouldn’t complain if the devil finds work for his idle hands.
Dear God
I love some people and loathe others with the same intensity of love. Will I shoot those I hate given the chance? God my answer is NO.
Even me, a mere mortal cannot destroy and end another’s life. Why would a God whose love is immense and immeasurable so much so that he wrenched His soul to sacrifice his only begotten son to save the world from affliction still wants to cast into the gallows of hell?
How would you feel watching us burn, the type of father that is capable of watching his child suffer because they have been disobedient.
There has to be a deeper explanation to this otherwise the only plausible answer is you never loved us.
Dear God,
Have you seen some of the purported preachers of your word? How ridiculous and unattractive they make you look?
Yet you allow them to live and kill innocent and sweet souls? I heard them say it takes you forever to throw a stone, maybe that is why but really they have defined you in a rather obnoxious manner. God, a lot is happening.
Dear God,
I am a sinner per your definition of sin. I live in adultery. I have not killed yet but I have engaged myself in a series of sinful practices.
I have rightful earned the name Delilah and trust me I love it, no disrespect to you.
God, I hate the fact that people whose sins are triple times worst than mine have the effrontery to open their shameless mouths to tag me a SINNER. I didn’t know you were recruiting judges, I would have fabricated an impressive résumé. Did you not say you came for the unrighteous?
Please send them a note that their righteousness is like a filthy rag before you. The sanctimonious is suffocating.
Dear God,
I think I have spewed enough. You would certainly hear from me again, extend my warmest greetings to Mary Magdalene and Judas, if they are with you. Until then it is bye for now.
P.S. Please my reply can be in a form of a dream or vision. I pray you not to use these end-time messiahs, I do not trust them, no middlemen please.
Your daughter
Pyper Pebbles