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What if God was to send us an E-mail?
This letter was read on the Paul Harvey Radio Show, the author is
unknown??
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An Impatient Letter to All of Us ..... From God
From: GOD
To: My Children on Earth
RE: Idiotic Religious Rivalries
My Dear Children (and believe me, that's all of you), I consider myself a pretty patient
guy. I mean, look at the Grand Canyon. It took millions of years to get it right. And
about evolution? Boy, nothing is slower than designing that whole Darwinian thing to take
place, cell by cell, and gene by gene.
I've been patient through your fashions, civilizations, wars and schemes, and the
countless ways you take Me for granted until you get yourselves into big trouble again and
again.
I want to let you know about some of the things that are starting to tick me off.
First of all, your religious rivalries are driving Me up a wall. Enough already! Let's get
one thing straight. These are YOUR
religions, not Mine.
I'm the whole enchilada; I'm beyond them all. Every one of your religions claims there is
only one of Me (which by the way, is absolutely true).
But in the very next breath, each religion claims it's My favorite one. And each claims
its bible was written personally by Me, and that all the other bible's are man-made. Oh,
Me. How do I even begin to put a stop to such complicated nonsense?
Okay, listen up now. I'm your Father AND Mother, and I don't play favorites among My
children. Also, I hate to break it to you, but I don't write. My longhand is awful, and
I've always been more of a "doer" anyway. So ALL of your books, including those
bible's, were written by men and women. They were inspired, remarkable people, but they
also made mistakes here and there.I made sure of that, so that you would never trust a
written word more than your own living heart.
You see, one human being to me -- even a bum on the street -- is worth more than all the
Holy Books in the world. That's just the kind of guy I am. My Spirit is not a historical
thing, it's alive right here, right now, as fresh as your next breath.
Holy books and religious rites are sacred and powerful, but not more so than the least of
you. They were only meant to steer you in the right direction, not to keep you arguing
with each other, and certainly not to keep you from trusting your own personal connection
with Me.
Which brings Me to My next point about your nonsense. You act like I need you and your
religions to stick up for Me or "win souls" for My sake. Please, > don't do
Me any favors. I can stand quite well on my own, thank you. I don't need you to defend Me,
and I don't need constant credit. I just want you to be good to each other.
And another thing: I don't get all worked up over money or politics, so stop dragging My
name into your dramas. For example, I swear to Me that I never threatened Oral Roberts. I
never rode in any of Rajneesh's Rolls Royces. I never told Pat Robertson to run for
president, and I've never EVER had a conversation with Jim Baker, Jerry Falwell, or Jimmy
Swaggart! Of course, come Judgement Day, I certainly intend to...
The thing is, I want you to stop thinking of religion as some sort of loyalty pledge to
Me. The true purpose of your religions is so that YOU can become more aware of ME, not the
other way around. Believe Me, I know you already. I know what's in each of your hearts,
and I love you with no strings attached. Lighten up and enjoy Me. That's what religion is
best for.
What you seem to forget is how mysterious I am. You look at the petty differences in your
Scriptures and say, "Well, if THIS is the truth, then THAT can't be!" But
instead of trying to figure out My Paradoxes and Unfathomable Nature--which by the way,
you NEVER will--why not open your hearts to the simple common threads in all religions.
You know what I'm talking about: Love and respect everyone. Be kind, even when life is
scary or confusing, take courage and be of good cheer, for I am always with you. Learn how
to be quiet, so you can hear My still, small voice (I > don't like to shout). Leave the
world a better place by living your life with dignity and gracefulness, for you are My Own
Child. Hold back nothing from life, for the parts of you that can die surely will, and the
parts that can't, won't. So don't worry, be happy (I stole that last line from Bobby
McFerrin, but who do you think gave it to him in the first place?)
Simple stuff. Why do you keep making it so complicated? It's like you're always looking
for an excuse to be upset. And I'm very tired of being your main excuse. Do you think I
care whether you call me Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, Wakantonka, Brahma, Father, Mother or
even the Void of Nirvana? Do you think I care which of My special children you feel
closest to--Jesus, Mary, Buddha, Krishna, Mohammed or any of the others? You can call Me
and My Special Ones any name you choose, if only you would go about My business of loving
one another as I love you. How can you keep neglecting something so simple?
I'm not telling you to abandon your religions. Enjoy your religions, honor them, learn
from them, just as you should enjoy, honor, and learn from your parents. But do you walk
around telling everyone that your parents are better than theirs? Your religion, like your
parents, may always have the most > special place in your heart; I don't mind that at
all. And I don't want you to combine all the Great Traditions in One Big Mess. Each
religion is unique for a reason. Each has a unique style so that people can find the best
path for themselves.
But My Special Children--the ones that your religions revolve around--all live in the same
place (My heart) and they get along perfectly, I assure you. The clergy must stop creating
a myth of sibling rivalry where there is none.
My blessed children of Earth, the world has grown too small for your pervasive religious
bigotries and confusion. The whole planet is connected by air travel, satellite dishes,
telephones, fax machines, rock concerts, diseases, and mutual needs and concerns. Get with
the program! If you really want to help then commit yourselves to figuring out how to feed
your hungry, clothe your naked, protect your abused, and shelter your poor.
And just as importantly, make your own everyday life a shining example of kindness and
good humor. I've given you all the resources you need, if only you abandon your fear of
each other and begin living, loving, and laughing together.
Finally, My Children everywhere, when you think of the life of Jesus and the
fearlessness with which He chose to live and die. As I love Him, so do I love each
one of you. I'm not really ticked off, I just wanted to grab your attention because I hate
to see you suffer.
But I gave you free will. I just want you to be happy.
Always.
Trust in Me.
Your One and Only,
God
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When I was a little boy, my mother used to embroider a great deal. I would sit at her
knee and look up from the floor and ask what she was doing. She informed me that she was
embroidering. I told her that it looked like a mess from where I was. As from the
underside I watched her work within the boundaries of the little round hoop that she held
in her hand, I
complained to her that it sure looked messy from where I sat.
She would smile at me, look down and gently say, "My son, you go about your playing
for a while, and when I am finished with my embroidering, I will put you on my knee and
let you see it from my side."
I would wonder why she was using some dark threads along with the bright ones and why they
seemed so jumbled from my view. A few minutes would pass and then I would hear Mother's
voice say, "Son, come and sit on my knee." This I did only to be surprised and
thrilled to see a beautiful flower or a sunset. I could not believe it, because from
underneath it looked so messy.
Then Mother would say to me, "My son, from underneath it did look messy and jumbled,
but you did not realize that there was a pre-drawn plan on the top. It was a design. I was
only following it. Now look at it from my side and you will see what I was doing."
Many times through the years I have looked up to my Heavenly Father and said,"Father,
what are You doing?" He has answered, "I am embroidering your life. " I
say, "But it looks like a mess to me. It seems so jumbled. The threads seem so dark.
Why can't they all be bright?"
The Father seems to tell me, "'My child, you go about your business of doing My
business, and one day I will bring you to Heaven and put you on My knee and you will see
the plan from My side."
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