Dear God letters (1st installment)
ok, so i know i haven't updated in a while, and this entry is a cop-out, but i just have to record this stuff for posterity. and i figure i'd share it with y'all b/c y'all might find it interesting. i promise to share with y'all a real update soon.
ok, so i was doing some cleaning and i ran across some letters i wrote to God back in the summer of 2000, over 5 years ago. oh my, oh my, how i have changed. so i'm copying what i wrote in pen word for word onto this. each entry will be a separate entry for LJ. ok, so here goes.
June 27, 2000 2:30 a.m.
Dear God,
I am suddenly reminded of that delightful film starring Greg Kinnear entitled "Dear God." I got this idea from Katie Zuniga (I think that's how you spell her last name). This will be like a journal to you, God. I think it will be a good form of therapy. Well, I got this composition thingy today, and I'm writing about June 26th. It is being started technically on Tuesday, June 27th since it happens to be after mid-night. Now to recount the day's events. I just got "kicked out" of my room by my brother. It's okay. I understand that he needs to use the phone. I suppose I'll start with my brother seeing as this is the first time I've seen him in like a week. Well as you know already, Heavenly Father, I wrote a letter Sunday night to my brother. I had prayed to you and I htink you gave me the inspiration to write it. Well I gave it to him along w/ two bucks (which he later used to buy "cancer sticks.") I guess me being the emotional idealistic type plus I think I have seen too many movies. I expected this whole big thing where we would hug and cry and we would both be forever changed. Well, I still didin't cry. I don't know why. I htink I need to cry so I guess Lord please give me tears. I want to feel. I don't want to be like the cold bloodless Annette Bening in American Beauty (which I saw tonight). I kept smiling and we did hug, but Bill (my bro) said that he didn't know about the "Church thing." So I guess I just gotta keep praying that he'll come around. I want to believe in the power of conversion. I really do. I don't wanna just hear about it. I want to witness it for myself. So label me "doubting Thomas." Speaking of labels, I really don't like them. I could go more into that, but I think I'll save that for a later entry. Work was fine (as my mom always says). Our sewage backed up, and I had to work two extra hours, but Andy, my neighbor did come in and give me a cool WWJD watch that she had found in the back of her car. I already have a watch though so I don't know what to do. For some reason I feel kinda uncomfortable around Andy. I don't know what it is about her. I feel bad about writing this but I'm supposed to be candid (and I'm sure no one will read this!!!) I think she's like special-ed or something. I hope I remember to pray for her. Hey God, does this count as a prayer to you? This letter? I hope so. I think I've written enough.
Love,
Rick
P.S. I'll talk about _Dogma_ tomorrow.
ok, so i was doing some cleaning and i ran across some letters i wrote to God back in the summer of 2000, over 5 years ago. oh my, oh my, how i have changed. so i'm copying what i wrote in pen word for word onto this. each entry will be a separate entry for LJ. ok, so here goes.
June 27, 2000 2:30 a.m.
Dear God,
I am suddenly reminded of that delightful film starring Greg Kinnear entitled "Dear God." I got this idea from Katie Zuniga (I think that's how you spell her last name). This will be like a journal to you, God. I think it will be a good form of therapy. Well, I got this composition thingy today, and I'm writing about June 26th. It is being started technically on Tuesday, June 27th since it happens to be after mid-night. Now to recount the day's events. I just got "kicked out" of my room by my brother. It's okay. I understand that he needs to use the phone. I suppose I'll start with my brother seeing as this is the first time I've seen him in like a week. Well as you know already, Heavenly Father, I wrote a letter Sunday night to my brother. I had prayed to you and I htink you gave me the inspiration to write it. Well I gave it to him along w/ two bucks (which he later used to buy "cancer sticks.") I guess me being the emotional idealistic type plus I think I have seen too many movies. I expected this whole big thing where we would hug and cry and we would both be forever changed. Well, I still didin't cry. I don't know why. I htink I need to cry so I guess Lord please give me tears. I want to feel. I don't want to be like the cold bloodless Annette Bening in American Beauty (which I saw tonight). I kept smiling and we did hug, but Bill (my bro) said that he didn't know about the "Church thing." So I guess I just gotta keep praying that he'll come around. I want to believe in the power of conversion. I really do. I don't wanna just hear about it. I want to witness it for myself. So label me "doubting Thomas." Speaking of labels, I really don't like them. I could go more into that, but I think I'll save that for a later entry. Work was fine (as my mom always says). Our sewage backed up, and I had to work two extra hours, but Andy, my neighbor did come in and give me a cool WWJD watch that she had found in the back of her car. I already have a watch though so I don't know what to do. For some reason I feel kinda uncomfortable around Andy. I don't know what it is about her. I feel bad about writing this but I'm supposed to be candid (and I'm sure no one will read this!!!) I think she's like special-ed or something. I hope I remember to pray for her. Hey God, does this count as a prayer to you? This letter? I hope so. I think I've written enough.
Love,
Rick
P.S. I'll talk about _Dogma_ tomorrow.