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This is about a boy who wrote a letter to God and gave it to a priest, so he could send it to God.


Submitted:Jun 1, 2011    Reads: 689    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


A Letter to God


"Hey father," Thomas asked the priest as church drew to an end, "How do you give the tithe to god?"

"Why would you ask a question like that Thomas?" he replied with a smile.

"I was just wondering if perhaps you mailed it. I wrote a letter you see, but I don't know where to mail it. Daddy said if I just wrote Heaven on it the post office would throw it out. If there is anyone who knows where god is and how to reach him, it's you."

The way Thomas spoke almost brought tears to the priest's eyes. He was so earnest. What had he wrote in this letter that god needed to see? "Why don't you just pray to god instead of writing a letter?"

"Well," Thomas said, looking forlorn, "I tried that, but I don't think it was strong enough to get his attention. It didn't work because he must not have heard. I hoped the letter would help him see."

"What does god need to see Thomas?" The priest held out his hand and asked, "May I see the letter?" Thomas reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper that was worn from being there. He extended it wide-eyed as the priest took it. The letter said this:

Dear God,


I prayed to you, but you must not have heard. I wanted to tell you about what I saw on the news. I guess you and I don't watch the same news. There are little girls and boys like me in Africa, but they don't have as much food as me. They're starving.

I was wondering if you could give them food. I'd be willing to give up some of mine, but Africa is so far away and I can't bring it to them. Maybe you could send one of your angels to me, so they could give them my food. Angels have wings so they could go to Africa.

I've seen them god. their bones are visible and poke out all weird. You can't know about it. If you did you would have already fixed it. That why I'm telling you. It's my job as a good Christian to tell you about things like that, so you can fix it.


Love,

Thomas

The priest held the letter before his eyes after he had finish as he tried to hold back tears. He had never read a letter more earnest or more sweet. It was a letter that could only be written by a child. It wasn't accusatory, no, it was just a reminder.

He slowly folded letter and said, "I will make sure god sees this Thomas." When he said that his eight year-old eyes lit up. "Now go home. Your father is waiting for you." The boy turned to see his father standing in the door of the church. The priest and the father's eyes met for just a moment and the priest realized, he had read this letter too.

That night he read the letter aloud to god in a prayer of his own. Then, he sealed it in an envelope. He spent quite awhile thinking of a proper way to "send it to god." Finally, he decide there was only one way to do it. He grabbed a candle lighter and burned it. If god didn't get it that way, he would never get it.

But it wasn't enough. He wanted to do something to really help. The next week, he told people he was starting a fundraiser and that all the money would go to a charity for children in Africa.

At the end of the sermon, Thomas came up to him just as he had the last time. He had the brightest smile on his face as he burst out, "God got the letter didn't he? That's why your holding a fundraiser. He told you to didn't he?"

The priest looked down at Thomas and put a hand on his shoulder. "That is exactly what happened Thomas. God spoke to me and this is what became of it." The amazing fact was that what the priest said was not a lie. God did speak to him, but not through a letter. He spoke to him through a child.





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