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KIDS’ LETTERS TO GOD

Dear God,
Did you mean for the giraffe to look like that or was it an accident?
Norma

Dear God,
Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don’t you
just keep the ones you have now?
Jane

Dear God,
Who draws the lines around the countries?
Nan

Dear God,
I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that okay?
Neil

Dear God,
Thank you for my baby brother, but what I prayed for was a puppy.
Joyce

Dear God,
It rained for our whole vacation and is my father mad! He said some things
about you that people are not supposed to say, but I hope you will not hurt
him anyway.
Your friend (but I am not going to tell you who I am)

Dear God,
Please send me a pony. I never asked for anything before. You can look it
up.
Bruce

Dear God,
If we come back as something, please don’t let me be Jennifer Horton,
because I hate her.
Denise

Dear God,
I want to be just like my daddy when I get big, but not with so much hair
all over.
Sam

Dear God,
I think about you sometimes, even when I’m not praying.
Elliott

Dear God,
I bet it is very hard for you to love all the people in the world. There are
only four people in our family and I can never do it.
Nan

Dear God,
Of all the people who worked for you, I like Noah and David the best.
Rob

Dear God,
My brothers told me about being born, but it doesn’t sound right. They are
just kidding, aren’t they?
Marsha

Dear God,
If you watch me in church Sunday, I’ll show you my new shoes.
Mickey

Dear God,
We read Thomas Edison made light. But in Sunday school, we learned that you
did it. So I bet he stole your idea.
Sincerely, Donna

Dear God,
I do not think anybody could be a better God. Well, I just want you to know
that I am not just saying this because you are God already.
Charles

Dear God,
I didn’t think orange went with purple until I saw the sunset you made on
Tuesday. That was cool!
Eugene

Dear God,
Maybe Cain and Abel would not kill each other so much if they had their own
rooms. It works with my brother.
Larry

– Authors Unknown

August 24, 2008 Posted by space cadette | Uncategorized | God, kids, letters | 1 Comment

MEETING GOD

There once was a little boy who wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long
trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a
six-pack of root beer, and he started his journey. When he had gone about
three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park just staring
at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He
was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old
lady looked hungry so he offered her a Twinkie.

He gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that
the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Once again,
she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon
eating and smiling, but they never said a word. As it grew dark, the boy
realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone
more than a few steps; he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later; his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, “What did you do today that made you so happy?” He replied, “I had lunch with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added, “You know what? She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”

Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her
son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, “Mother, what
did you do today that made you so happy?” She replied, “I ate Twinkies in
the park with God.” But before her son responded, she added, “You know he’s much younger than I expected.”

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a
listening ear, and honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of
which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives
for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.

Embrace all equally!

– Author Unknown

August 24, 2008 Posted by space cadette | Uncategorized | God, perception, perspective | No Comments Yet

You’re not God

A dog lives with its owner. It is groomed, petted, fed and played with. The dog thinks, “Wow! My owner must be God!”

A cat lives with its owner. It is groomed, petted, fed and played with. The cat thinks, “Wow! I must be God!”

Now I understand.

You are a cat. You think like a cat.

I am a dog. I think like a dog.

Either way…

You are not God

THE CHOICE

He placed one scoop of clay upon another until a form lay lifeless on
the ground.

All of the Garden’s inhabitants paused to witness the event. Hawks
hovered. Giraffes stretched. Trees bowed. Butterflies paused on
petals and watched.

“You will love me, nature,” God said. ”I made you that way. You
will obey me, universe. For you were designed to do so. You will
reflect my glory, skies, for that is how you were created. But this
one will be like me. This one will be able to choose.”

All were silent as the Creator reached into himself and removed
something yet unseen. A seed. ”It’s called ‘choice.’ The seed of
choice.”

Creation stood in silence and gazed upon the lifeless form.

An angel spoke, “But what if he…”

“What if he chooses not to love?” the Creator finished. ”Come, I
will show you.” Unbound by today, God and the angel walked into the
realm of tomorrow. ”There, see the fruit of the seed of choice, both
the sweet and the bitter.”

The angel gasped at what he saw. Spontaneous love. Voluntary
devotion. Chosen tenderness. Never had he seen anything like these.
He felt the love of the Adams. He heard the joy of Eve and her
daughters.

He saw the food and the burdens shared. He absorbed the kindness and
marveled at the warmth.

“Heaven has never seen such beauty, my Lord. Truly, this is your
greatest creation.”

“Ah, but you’ve only seen the sweet. Now witness the bitter.” A
stench enveloped the pair. The angel turned in horror and
proclaimed,

“What is it?”

The Creator spoke only one word: “Selfishness.”

The angel stood speechless as they passed through centuries of
repugnance. Never had he seen such filth. Rotten hearts. Ruptured
promises. Forgotten loyalties. Children of the creation wandering
blindly in lonely labyrinths.

“This is the result of choice? the angel asked.

“Yes.”

“They will forget you?”

“Yes.”

“They will reject you?”

“Yes.”

They will never come back?

“Some will. Most won’t.”

“What will it take to make them listen?”

The Creator walked on in time, further and further into the future,
until he stood by a tree. A tree that would be fashioned into a
cradle. Even then he could smell the hay that would surround him.

With another step into the future, he paused before another tree. It
stood alone, a stubborn ruler on a bald hill. The trunk was thick,
and the wood was strong. Soon it would be cut. Soon it would be
trimmed. Soon it would be mounted on the stony brow of another hill.
And soon he would be hung on it.

He felt the wood rub against a back he did not yet wear.

“Will you go down there?” the angel asked.

“I will.”

“Is there no other way?”

“There is not.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to not plant the seed? Wouldn’t it be easier
to not give the choice?”

“It would,” the Creator spoke slowly. ”But to remove the choice is
to remove the love.”

He look around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on
three crosses. Arms spread. Heads fallen forward. They moaned with
the wind. Men clad in soldier’s garb sat on the ground near the
trio. They played games in the dirt and laughed.

Men clad in religion stood off to one side. They smiled. Arrogant,
cocky. They had protected God, they thought by killing this false one.

Women clad in sorrow huddled at the foot of the hill. Speechless.
Faces tear streaked. Eyes downward. One put her arm around another
and tried to lead her away. She wouldn’t leave. ”I will stay,” she
said softly, “I will stay.”

All heaven stood to fight. All nature rose to rescue. All eternity
poised to protect. But the Creator gave no command.

“It must be done…,” he said, and withdrew.

But as he stepped in time, he heard the cry that he would someday
scream: ”My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” He wrenched at
tomorrow’s agony.

The angel spoke again. ”It would be less painful……..”

The Creator interrupted softly. ”But it wouldn’t be love.”

They stepped into the Garden again. The Maker looked earnestly at
the clay creation. A monsoon of love swelled up within him. He had
died for the creation before he had made him. God’s form bent over
the sculptured face and breathed. Dust stirred on the lips of the
new one. The chest rose, cracking the red mud. The cheeks
fleshened. A finger moved. And an eye opened.

But more incredible than the moving of the flesh was the stirring of
the spirit. Those who could see the unseen gasped. Perhaps it was
the wind that said it first. Perhaps what the star saw that moment
is what has made it blink ever since. Maybe it was left to an angel
to whisper it:

“It looks like … it appears to so much like … it is him!”

The angel wasn’t speaking of the face, the features, or the body.
He was looking inside – at the soul.

“It’s eternal!” gasped another.

Within the man, God has placed a divine seed. A seed of his self (A
seed of choice). The God of might had created earth’s mightiest…
And the One who had chosen to love had created one who could love in
return.

Now it’s our choice.

– Author Unknown

August 6, 2008 Posted by space cadette | Uncategorized | choices, creation, God, life, love | 1 Comment

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