Dear John,
If you ever thought that you were alone in your opinion, please be assured, there are many others that feel they are “in the hands of an angry God.”
I am not spiteful. I am not prejudiced or murderous. I am simply without control. Having given you this fruitful Earth and this wide blue sky, I see the stories unfold in a position of watchful guardian. Both ugly and beautiful people are born and die reguardless of all that I want for them. Humans, you are imperfect; but that’s what keeps you alive. If everything was perfect you would have as little reason to live as you would if everything was wrong.
Please forgive me for creating a world of change. I know how hard it is to face emotions, but life to you would be purposeless without them. The bad comes along with the good. As much as I want to stop car crashes and calm oceans, I cannot interfere for your good. I can’t really tell you what await’s you at Death’s door because I don’t know. It’s your fate. You are in control.
Eternally Yours,
God