I believe in you. I don't care what new theory scientists have cooked up; I believe that you exist, God, and that the entire universe is a product of your hands. The rising sun, the twinkling stars at night, the cry of the new-born babe, the smile in the eyes of a beloved one - all these tell me that you exist.
And so, my dear father, I have come to talk to you. I want to tell you that I am grateful for all you have given me: my parents, my brothers, my life, my swift education, my job...
God, I admit I get carried away every now and then, success getting into my head, but I always try to remind myself that I’m not that exceptionally smart, or intelligent, or anything… And what if I am? Heck, so are half a million other people. It’s just plain luck – plain, dumb luck. And why all this luck? Simple, my Father in heaven loves me.
Dear God, I regret to say that I’ve never really been a role-model child of yours. I try to convince myself that the 10 Commandments is more or less out of sync with today’s world, but… but I know I’m just looking for excuses to justify my actions. I get angry easily. I’m as stubborn as a mule. I have a terrible temper. Sometimes, I say things out of turn, mean things. I am fly and flip about the most serious issues in the bible, like sex and being born-again. I like to think that I’m generous, but deep down, I think I am the most stingy and calculative person in my father’s house.
And I don’t pray enough.
The list goes on and on….
Dear God, I am sorry. A part of me wants to think that I haven’t really offended anybody, I know – I know that I have offended you. My dear Father, I am very sorry. In all honesty and truth, I can’t swear never to do the things I have mentioned here. But I promise that I will try. I will try as hard as I can to be a better man. A better man for You; a better man for my family; a better man for my friends; a better man for my country. Through Your grace, I will succeed.