Frustrated and angry with you God. But not just with you but myself as well. You see God, I feel like a kid at school who has gone out to the playground and you have told me how I should act. You have said to me that if I love you, I will follow your commands. But out on the playground there are all kind of troubles and I feel very much alone.
Deep in my heart I want to follow your commands, I want to have neighborly, brotherly love with all those I meet on the playground; to love them as I love myself and as I live you. I want to turn my cheek in the face of violence and surrender my life to your will. I want to pick up the cross you have laid out for me to bare and follow you where you would have me to go.
But Lord I am weak. No one wants to hear some middle age white man talk about forgiveness and God’s love at a time like this. No, what people want to hear is a Ted Cruz or a Donald Trump, they don’t want to turn the other cheek, they want to pick up their guns. They don’t want to love their neighbors much less their enemies. They want to proclaim “In God We Trust” but carry guns all of the time because lip service doesn’t stop bullets and shooting back seems better than praying. They demand every one say “God bless America” but do not want to be thankful for all the blessings that have already been bestowed and let’s not even talk about using those blessings for feeding the hungry, caring for the sick, taking care of those in prison, stuff like that.
So please God, fill my head with something else; I like the Gospels but they really don’t seem to be what people really want. Also this stress I feel about how your words are twisted or just ignored is playing on my mind and I have enough of my own problems. So how about something else for awhile, like beaches and bikinis please.