A Memo to God

A Memo to God
From the Desk of
Truemale*


Subject: "Father of Heaven - You Goofed…!"
Date: Eternity
Pages: Four
CC: Humanity



Father, when you spoke to me in my mother's womb, you said to seek you. Well, I'm here to tell you it was an outstanding life experience to do so, indeed, it was my pleasure to do so.

Oh sure, making me like others made me susceptible to making errors - like others. Thank you, by the way for allowing me to learn from my mistakes. As sure as I am sitting here writing this memo to you, I know, without a doubt, had I NOT learned from my mistakes, I would have had to repeat similar errors later on to (perhaps) learn from THOSE mistakes. By the way, thank you also for letting me live other lives to fill out all the corrections of my errors that enabled me more time to seek you in this life.

Are you aware of the bureaucracy of man that disallows one the freedom to seek you? It is true. Religions, governments and even family and friends condemn a child from knowing you as fully as you desire them to know you. Sad, isn't it? Well, the heck with all of them, because I sought you regardless of their laws against your design for man. They really expected me to listen to them instead of you. They have their nerve.

Hey Dad, remember the time when I was incarcerated for "breaking" one of their laws and you were speaking to me? Never mind I was classified as a "nut-case," but when that "possessed" person set fire to their bed and we put it out WITHOUT THE HELP OF THE STAFF, thereby saving the building, we didn't even get recognition, let alone a "thank you." Boy, it was then I was beginning to see the ungratefulness of man.
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You know one thing I could never comprehend? Remember when that man who was angry with someone else and was beating another man up and I asked him to stop, he swore at me and struck me?
Well, even though I did nothing but stand there silently and look at him, he did leave the other man alone and the others came out to comfort that beaten man, and I nursed my own hurt later, I could never understand why that angry man showed up in church service the next day. What did hitting the poor man or even me have to do with the angry man's religion? Some people are weird.

But I gotta tell ya, Dad - you goofed. You gave me TOO MUCH love. I mean, what in the world am I supposed to do with the pleasure baby humans and baby animals give my heart? And children's laughter? C'mon Dad - it brings me so much joy to hear and watch them play or holding onto their parents hands walking beside them, it just doesn't seem fair that I should have all this joy. Love and joy bursting at my seams is not an accurate description of your love that is contained in all these.
I mean, after all, when I see a grown-up smile at me when I smile at them, greeting them, it's not right that I should feel you in the midst and they don't feel you there. Where's the fairness in that?
What am I to do with all this love?
You gave me TOO MUCH love.

Another complaint - why did you have to make the world so beautiful that with smiling, loving people in it makes my heart leap? What the heck am I to do with a leaping heart that jumps up to you, that everywhere I look, I see you? It's just not fair.
What am I to do with all this love?
You gave me TOO MUCH love.

Are you aware that "gravity" is the only reason I can't jump or fly up to you with all the joy and love you have given me to experience? How in the world (or "heck") am I to keep my feet on the ground, seeing what I see with my heart yearning for your presence?
What am I to do with all this love?
You gave me TOO MUCH love.
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Giving me too much love resulted in two failed marriages because the ladies saw what they saw and my whole conception of the encounters was LOVE. Sure they took advantage of this love you gave me, who could blame them? Just because they couldn't handle the enormous magnitude of YOUR love in me, and even though they did not see YOU in me, they should not be held liable for any errors of the failed marriages. They just couldn't keep up with the pace. And I certainly didn't do it - It's YOUR fault.
What am I to do with all this love?
You gave me TOO MUCH love.

Another thing, Dad - Just because you have given me - with TOO MUCH love - the patient endurance for over 20 years, to comprehend all of life's mysteries, why did you not tell others? Just because I did what you said all men are to do, does not mean that if they DO NOT seek you, they SHOULD NOT know the mysteries of life - does it? If you don't believe me, ask them. Atheists, agnostics, and blind followers of any religion will tell you they deserve to know the mysteries of life WITHOUT doing as you have said. They have a valid argument. At least, they CLAIM they do. (Of course, I don't know whom the argument would be AGAINST, but then again, they do have a right to their opinions.)
What am I to do with all this love?
You gave me TOO MUCH love.


Suggested Solution
Here is a suggested solution for the overabundance of love you have given me:

OK, life has gone on far too long without a resolution, so how about putting an end to it all and satisfy Your Spirit? I know it would satisfy mine because then after all is said and done, there HAS GOT to be a fuller solution to the enormous love you have given me, to that what I propose.
At the very least, with you I know this complexity of the love you have given me would be satisfied in your presence.
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And even though you are at fault for the ABUNDANCE OF TOO MUCH LOVE you have given me, you are going to have to take all the blame from this moment on.
Now, it's NOT that I would want you to DECREASE the love you have given me for others and your creation, but I have GOT to know that this "God-Love" can be satisfied and rested in peace.
It's just not fair that I should be so tormented with this over-abundance of love & joy of and for you by myself.

Please respond with all expediency as to what I am to do with all this love.


Sincerely,

Your son, Truemale*

P.S. Here's "LOVE" back atcha . . .try THAT on for size . . .

(*Truemale = an obvious pen name for this Memo to God)