It must be trendy to write letters to God. There are billboards that say “God…” with the “…” being something about how we’re failing.   I’m not sure what to think of that particular ministry.

However, this is not about those signs.  If I were writing my own letter to God this evening it would read like this…

Dear Father,

Thank you for the wonderful success of our Mendota and Mt. Vernon Cemetery Benefit Friday night.    As you know, I’d prayed for 200, and you sent over 350.   What was I thinking???   Why did I doubt you?  Maybe you did try and tell me, and I was so busy worrying that no one would come that I missed the message about the 350 you were sending.    I believe it was my sister Nancy’s fault as she made me worry more because she was worrying so much.

We ran out of food, since we only planned for 200.    I was left hoping the food would multiply or perhaps baskets of fish would be delivered, but you opted a different solution — you only sent kind people.   They were gracious even though they were hungry.  We will do better next year, as we have been reminded that we do serve a BIG God–one that doesn’t fit in a box.   We’ll plan for 350 plus some extra!

As for the quilts we’re raffling, we keep running out of tickets to sell.  What is this about?

But for this year, thank you for seeing us through this.  Giving us ideas.  Giving us donors.  Giving us musicians.   Giving us salvation.  Giving us your closeness, your humor, your love.

That’s what I’d say…if I were one of those people who write letters such as this.