Dear G-d, Would It Be Too Much?

Dear G-d,

I believe in You. You know I do.

But you know, I get kind of tired of reading the news. If I try and fail at being human day after day, and if that’s happening with each and every person out there, if we’re all falling down, and that stuff escalates to the horror and violence we see everyday, is there a point where we can reasonably expect you to step in?

Because I’m tired of seeing toddler girls murdered by boyfriends.  I’m tired of kids caught in the crossfire.  I can’t bear to see another Amber Alert that’s only going to end in tears.  I’m tired of children starving to death.  I’m tired of seeing the innocence that I believe You put there driven from their eyes when they’re abducted and sold.  I’m tired of watching dead babies dug out of rubble.

I can’t do a damn thing.

Sometimes, I’m sure it’s empowering to pray. I think it’s designed to make us feel better. Some member of a prayer circle will expound about how prayer got them a job or cured their chest cold, meanwhile, while you bless the blessed, some kid is abused anonymously in a trailer park. They’ll find her remains in a storm drain in a few days.

Some regime will rain hell on civilians, and children will die screaming, on fire, or buried alive.

Given the horrors of the last century, and that we don’t seem too keen on avoiding them in this new one, is there any chance we can expect you to intervene any time soon?

Maybe I’m not doing my part, but I’m just one dude. Even if I did my best to do all the right things, it won’t be enough, so your other believers who tell me I just need to observe that many more mitzvot can shove it. I mean, I’ll try. I’ll pick it up, but I’m turning to You.

I’m begging You, beyond the scope of normal petitions that I may or may not remember to do when I’m supposed to, or even when I just go through the motions, if You do nothing else, please start protecting this world’s children.

Or tell me what I can do to fix it. We’ll foster, we’ll adopt, we’ll advocate.  We’ll do a better job of giving to charity.  If You’re not feeling a direct hand, please please please give me some specific instruction about what I can do to really move the needle.

Ideally, though, I’d really like a clear Divine sign that You’ll take this matter out of our hands. You’re the only one I believe can secure our precious children in this world.  I don’t think we can.  Make us pay for it, please, by all means, whatever the cost.

But please, show the world Your Hand, if for no other purpose than these kids.



Writer, soldier, programmer, father, musician, Heeb, living in the woods of Down East Maine with three ladies and a dog.

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Director of Education for Congregation Beth Israel in Bangor, Maine, special educator and former school board member, mother to Amelia and Nezzie.

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