If You did this to test me, then I believe I have failed.
Not because I have given up on my daughter.
Not because I have given up on doing what is right.
Unlike You, I will never stop doing those things.
I failed because I have given up on You as an all-powerful, all-loving God.
You are cruel. You are sadistic. You are uncaring. You are vain.
How else do You explain what we see in the world?
Your test is flawed. It tests those who do not carry love in their hearts at the expense of those who do.
How many mothers do You make cry themselves to sleep at night? How many fathers do You leave powerless to comfort their wives? How many little children, the very essence of purity, do You make suffer by chasing them with demons and dragons – those innocent children who have no weapon to defend themselves but the love of their parents? How many Brooke’s do you torment with unyielding anxiety? What did she do to deserve her fate? I may not have walked the righteous path all of my life, but that gives you no right to punish Brooke, and in turn Jess and Katie. If you have a problem with me, then you should take it out on me, not them.
I am angry at You.
I choose no longer to believe in You.
And don’t give me the “that’s the point of Faith” crap again. It’s crap and You know it. If You really cared, You would make the wicked suffer and comfort and heal to good.
You wouldn’t send the world preachers who tell the poor and the sick and the hurting that they just aren’t praying hard enough, they just aren’t giving enough, they just don’t believe enough.
Shame on You, Lord!
Maybe You did make us in Your image. That would explain why we have people like politicians and bank presidents – masters of the universe that don’t care about the poor, the needy, those in pain. Just like You, they say they care, that they want to help, but in the end, all they care about is their glory, their wealth, their fortune, their comfort.
Maybe You are deaf.
I think You just don’t care anymore.