Day 9 – Someone you wish you could meet

Dear Jesus, (who else did you think it was gunna be?) 🙂

I’ve been told pretty much my entire life that you exist, and that if I don’t believe you exist, that I do not have faith and I am not going to Heaven.  How about you actually show your face other than on a piece of burnt toast on Ebay?  It’d save so many unnecessary wars around the world, and would shut a few of these God-forsaken Christians from being up in my grill all the time about how I’m living in sin and that God (apparently also you, according to the Lutheran religion anyway) would not approve.  Can you please tell the Lutheran’s how screwed up they seem from all your other following religions?  According to us, apparently you are the ‘holy trinity’ – the father, the son AND the holy ghost.  Wow, well in that case, I’m a nice guy, a nymphomaniac and a fallen Christian.

Come on, show yourself.  If I have to have ‘faith’ to believe you exist, the least you could do is show up on my doorstep wearing a shining halo and selling girl-scout cookies.

Come into my house and turn all my water into wine and heal my housemate’s sickness.

I spent so many years praying to you, sure you would answer my call and believing you had answered my prayers because it made me feel good knowing it was gunna be answered, and even when it wasn’t, I thought it was because God (ie. you) always chooses the answer that he (you) thinks is best for you (me).  Wow your followers certainly went to psychologically-fucked-up camp didn’t they?

So c’mon, other than some positive thought and feeling within me that all three of you exist in the one form (not to mention that’s some really fucked up incest shit going on with poor virgin Mary and her poor husband who has to believe his own wife got knocked up somehow), how about we meet up for some loaves of bread and fish huh?

yours sinfully,

-Matt