Dear God
Hmm…. nice to see you without the frown.
(Giggle)
Dad, you know, I have done a lot of thinking lately and no matter how I try to rationalise it, some things still baffle me.
So today, permit me even if I talk gibberish ……
How did the devil turn bad?
I know, right? I told you it may be gibberish, just bear with me and follow my thoughts……
The devil was once an angel, right?
So, at some point in life, he being an angel meant that everything was right and dandy, yes?
Good. Then pride entered his heart. And he turned and wanted to be like you, yes?
Now, how did “Pride” get into the equation?
If everything you made was good, then before the devil turned, where did pride get its bad from? How did “Pride” turn bad?
Because we have all been very busy with how bad the devil is and forgetting that he was once a good somebody. He was a victim of pride.
Who made pride?
Where did it come from? How did it get into the devil?
Gibberish, right?
I told you. I am not going anywhere again, even when all we have to talk about is gibberish.
You know, Lord, sometimes I sit back and wonder why I was not amongst the 1st set of humans to live on earth without a single “bad.” When everything was so good and dandy.
Maybe if I were Eve, I would have done better. I would have responded to that serpent better…
Guess what Lord, my son said that if I was Eve, I would have slapped the hell out of that serpent.
(Laughter)
That boy, eh! Or maybe I would.
Eve was just so annoying. Why did she want to know good and evil? What did she do with all the wisdom she acquired by that act of disobedience?
How can you see all of that beauty and grace and want more? How much more?
Now look at all of us!
Always searching, always seeking to be like God. Something we are already.
Gibberish, right? Hmmm.
Dad, I am just tired of navigating this planet filled with inhuman humans.
Even if the animals have no respect anymore, they dare to sleep with humans.
And the climates won’t stay in their lane, they are changing. What are they changing for? Where are they changing to?
Someone will sit down and manufacture a device that will kill and destroy people. How do they sleep at night?
How can you kill someone and go to sleep at night? Does thunder not fly at night in your village?
Gibberish, right? Hmm.
I tried so hard to stay away from the media, but somehow, I got caught up in it, and my heart bled at man’s inhumanity to man.
Father Lord, please, what is the colour of man’s heart?
Why would you plan to deal treacherously with another person?
If the person dies, will you occupy the space?
How many spaces do you need to exist?
Does your Mercedes have to be bigger than mine for you to be happy?
How many Mercedeses can you drive at once?
How many rooms can you live in at once?
How many beds will give you a good sleep?
What do we exactly want?
Gibberish, right? Good.
Why did you tell that lie to hurt someone so badly?
Couldn’t you have spared him/her that pain?
Why are you taking advantage of someone who loves you that desperately? Shouldn’t you cut her/him some slacks?
Why would you betray someone who trusts you so deeply, can’t you spare that heart from bleeding?
How is it that you know how much someone loves and needs something and you take it away from the person, do you drink tears?
Gibberish, right? Thank you.
Hmmm. I’m just wondering, my Lord, why are humans so inhuman?
Why are gods so ungodly?
And why is good so bad?
I am wondering why we seek you so much and yet abhor what you represent so much.
I am wondering why we want so much to be like you when we are already like you.
“Know ye not that ye are Gods?”
But it’s all gibberish, Lord. My Gibberish.
This is your daughter, and I am checking in.