Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

Hi God, it’s Tim. We both know I don’t normally come to you with stuff like this, because I know that it’s not your nature, or the nature of our relationship. I know that you’re not some being “out there” and instead you’re “in here”. But I don’t know what else to do. I guess I just feel helpless, and maybe in this time of need it’s comforting to think of you out there, watching over me. I mean, the book really did help me to remember how the conversation works. But I guess with all that’s happened, I’ve forgotten again. That’s why I’m coming to you now, like this. On my knees, praying. Please, bring them back.

Even as I kneel here and think about it, it seems crazy. What are you going to do, bring them back from the grave like zombies? That’s just stupid. I mean I guess you could turn back time and make it so they didn’t die in the first place. You are Omnipotent. I know! You could make it so that they faked their own death, for like a witness protection program, and they’ve been alive all along and they haven’t gotten word to me yet. It would look more convincing this way if anyone is keeping an eye on me. Wait, that’s stupid too. I know it’s not up to me how you do it. It’s probably outside the realm of my understanding anyway. So OK, go ahead. Do what you need to do. Still no?

Ok, what if I promise to start going to church again? I’ll go every day and twice on Sunday. How about…girls. I’ll give up on girls. I’ll stay single and devote my life to you. What if I never play video games again and I give up all of my comic books? I’ll work in soup kitchens and give all my stuff to homeless people. I’ll quit composition and I’ll become a music teacher if that’s what you want. I’ll do anything you want me to do, just please give them back.

“Sigh…whatever.”