Why is it that we never really think of God unless we want to ask Him for something? Dear God, all I want is to pass this exam. I simply HAVE to get that job God, you know I deserve it. Oh God, I hope I reach on time. Dear God, please, please dont let me be late. You know how important this meeting is. (And if I dont find a parking spot, it is of course Gods fault. You let me down God.) Oh, and I
Why is it that we never really think of God unless we want to ask Him for something?
Dear God, all I want is to pass this exam. I simply HAVE to get that job God, you know I deserve it. Oh God, I hope I reach on time. Dear God,
please, please don't let me be late. You know how important this
meeting is. (And if I don't find a parking spot, it is of course God's
fault. 'You let me down God.')
Oh, and I love these. Dear God, if you give my husband that promotion, I promise I will pray to you every day without fail. And I will go to the temple once a week for one year.
And you know what,
sometimes God will grant your wish and just give your husband that
promotion, because maybe your husband really deserved it, or maybe
because all He really wants is for you to talk to Him some more.
So I have decided to
talk to Him. And I am going to begin by thanking Him for all that he
has done for me. And most importantly, I am not going to ask for
anything in return.
I'm sure you get tired
of people constantly asking you to fulfill all their wishes as if you
were a genie who just had to say 'poof, wish granted'. I know I
wouldn't like it if my friends only remembered me when they wanted
something. In fact, they wouldn't really be my friends then, would
I'm sure you want someone to just sit and talk to you. Not chant a mantra or sing a song, but really pour out their heart and soul to you. So I am going to chat with you till you get bored and beg me to
stop. But you're not going to do that, are you? You love me! Aww
Anyway, here goes.
Thank you for making me
an intelligent, loving person. When I read about all the horrors in the
world, when I read about people killing each other for political,
economic or other causes, or for no cause at all, I thank you for not
turning me into someone like that. I wonder how does someone justify
cruelty inflicted on another human being? I also often wonder: how does
someone justify hatred in the name of religion? Why do we stand so
apart if we pray to different versions of you? Sometimes I think that
perhaps there is competition amongst all the Gods up there in Heaven.
Perhaps each God wants to have the maximum number of followers, which
could explain why Hindus and Muslims are constantly at loggerheads. Do
you think Ram and Rahim put them up to it? The very thought makes me
want to scream 'Sacrilege!' But honestly, tell me God, are Vishnu and
Allah fighting up there as well? Or are they just sitting there,
shaking their heads sadly every time their son, a Hindu, Muslim, Sikh
or Christian hardens his heart, hardens his soul, and takes a dagger to
another son? Somehow, I believe the latter. When a person takes a life
in the name of religion, I believe Ram, Rahim, Jesus or Moses is
sitting up there and looking down with tears in his eyes, saying, No,
NO! I didn't ask you to do that! Leave my child alone. Don't you really
think I sent you down so you could start killing my children? If I
wanted to take a life, I would take it. I do NOT need your help, thank
you very much.
So much violence in your
world! But God, I am not going to ask for peace. I promised I wouldn't
ask you for anything, and I am going to keep my promise. Not only does
asking for world peace sound too Miss World clich'd, but in any case, I
don't think you really can do anything about it, can you? A parent
cannot do anything about a child that betrays his brother, but sit down
and weep tears of blood.
However, there are
so many more things I have to thank you for, and I haven't even
scratched the surface. Thank you for giving me parents that love me,
the most wonderful grandparents anyone could ask for, for giving me a brother and sister that love me, and for giving me a bai that raised me with as much love as a parent could.
Although I am not
the supermodel I would like to be, I have nice eyes and a nice smile,
and I thank you for that. Although I am 5 foot nothing, all it takes is
a pair of heels and I feel on top of the world.
Although I cannot sing very well outside of the shower, thank you for
giving me a voice, and for not making me hearing impaired, so I can
sing whenever I want to, and so that I can enjoy great music. In fact,
thank you for making something as wonderful as music, so it can lift me up whenever I am feeling blue.
Thank you for making me special. After all, no matter how insignificant I sometimes feel, I know there must be something special about me. You created me, and there is a little of you in me. Surely just that alone makes me so special.
I really wish you could do something about the peace though. But I promised, I'm not going to ask.
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