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Dear God,

Please help me to believe in love and happiness. I’m finding it hard to keep believing. My dad died when I was three, and my grandad died when I was seven. I often get bullied at school and everything I try to do in life I fail at. It’s sad that I have given up on life at the tender age of thirteen, but I just don’t see the point in living anymore. I feel like I’m just going through the motions. Whenever I try to talk about it to other people they just think I’m having a teenage mood swing. I’ve felt like this for almost a year now. Please help me to see the beauty in life, please give me something to look forward to. Please show me a sign that someone somewhere cares, please give me something to live for. Molly, England
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Dear God,

Help. I’m young, scared, and lonely.

I deal with death on a daily basis at my job, and I’m afraid it’s causing me to become numb to feeling. Ive become addicted to pornography….i feel hollow on the inside. So many things are happening and I have no idea how to deal with them. I have become morbid and sick, no longer do I feel or care about others. What’s wrong with me?

Young Scared Alone, USA

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I’m in the middle of a mental struggle. I want to find myself, what I am and what I wanna do with my life. I want to be comfortable in my own skin, my own personality. I was in college but I dropped out because I felt inert, studying for a degree not to pursue something in my life but just to fill social expectations. My emotional being is waiting to be released, I want to be unleashed!

I want to find comfort, to fulfill my dreams, to fulfill my being. I want to help people, but I feel I can’t because I’m not completely in tune with me. I depend too much of what people think of me and I’m in a stage of my life where I feel I’m cleaning that part. But am I really doing it? God, I beg you to help me, I know I’ve disrespected you before and I will again, so I’m truly sorry. I’m being honest because I don’t have any other place to go and like a big liar and hypocrite, I come to you when all the doors are closing. Thank you for your love, I promise I’ll be loving as much as I can. Jaime, California/USA
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Dear God,

I have been trying to figure out if you are really there or not for twenty one years. I am a man of science and a man of logic and you simply just don’t make sense. I yearn to be saved for selfish reasons only and if I can’t overcome that mentality how can I ever be saved? I think you have proven to me in the past that you exist but I still don’t believe it. I still rationalize that my life is so terrible for a reason and that it all must be for something but that directly contradicts my real beliefs. I’m lost.

Jason, Florida
701628_43484_6af13595b4_p.jpg Dear God, I used to think, IF YOU WERE REAL WHY WOULD U SCREW UP MINE AND MY FRIENDS LIVES, but I’m now over that, I’m up to the stage that your either there or your not. I was raped by my brother for 5 years, but of course you already knew that, and I know why u did that (if u were real), seriously I don’t know what to think, like there is so many things proving against you, and everyone calls your son Jesus which means they don’t like you. Why cant u just show yourself to me, and prove to me that your there ??? I keep asking but i see nothing, as the saying matthew 7:7-8 says ask and you will receive, I haven’t recieved anything after many times of asking, please just help me god, show me your there, Thanks xxx Cruisez - AkA Sezza, Melbourne/Australia
people.jpg God, I know that there are people out there who have bigger problems than myself, but I just don’t know how much more I can take. I don’t feel valued. I feel lonely. And as I tear up, I notice how hurt I feel. There is my best friend - she is gorgeous…model potential, she’s top of the grade, she’s friendly, nice, fun to be around, major hit with the guys. Then there’s me. For about a year in year 8 (now in year 11), I was known as the girl who hangs around ——–. I never had a problem with it. But now, I am just so sick and tired of it. I can honestly say that I work my butt off. I love my best friend and all, but seriously, she just sits back and gets it all! The teachers love her, the girls love her, the guys love her. It is just so frustrating to always come through second best, if that. But, thats not only why I feel the way I feel. I, just, I feel like no one understands how I am feeling. I have had mild acne for about 2 years but i’m on medication, and its practically gone now, but i do feel depressed, which is a side affect of this medication. I haven’t told anyone. I constantly feel sad…and I don’t know why. I can’t explain it. And that’s why I can’t tell anybody. I recently told this best friend that I felt like my life was falling apart…she asked me how…. I told her I couldn’t explain it, everything just felt really wrong….and she said nothing. Shouldn’t a best friend notice this? I am so bright and usually smiley-happy, and it’s like she doesn’t give a damn. Even a girl who i wouldn’t call a close friend asked me if I was okay…. I know my mum has noticed this, she hasn’t said she kows, but I know she knows….and she has been a great help, but I still feel this pain. God, can you please just help me get over this! Give something to me…something which I want, desperately. It’s just so unfair how someone with everything already is still getting more. Help me God, please. Anonymous - Australia
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Dear God,

I’m not even sure if I believe in you but I’m so scared and I have to talk to someone who will just listen and not try to tell me it will all be alright, which is why I can’t talk to my counselor. I’m starting a new school in three days time and I’m so, so terrified because I know that I won’t fit in and will be teased and tormented like I was in my last school and I can’t even try to pretend that it will all be better because I’m certain that it won’t be. I’ve decided that if-when-this doesn’t work out I’ll just end it, because I will never fit in anywhere, I’m too horrible and wierd and freakish and stupid. Just try and make it better, if you can.

Amen.

Mary, London/UK
handcuff.jpg Dear Father God, So many times I have turned my back on you. Refused to testify in Your Name in fear of being scrutinized. I realized that being ready or worthy to speak of Jesus to others is the least of my problems. That it is not about me, it is about Jesus. What I’m trying to say is.. Father, may those who read this feel Your presence. Touch their hearts that they may know that You are always listening. Thy Will Be Done on earth as it is in heaven. For our way is not Your way. So help us live with it - Amen.Kristine Arceo, Bacolod City/Philippines.
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Dear God,

I’m so afraid I’ll never be good enough. I’m so afraid my creativity is a fraud and that I’m fooling myself. I’m so afraid that I’ll never be who and what I want to be. I’m so afraid that the little twinge of unhappiness at the end of the day is my depression creeping back up on me. I’m so afraid that my best friend will die sooner than later because he won’t take care of himself. Please just help me to stop being afraid all the time.

DC, Colorado/USA

blindfold Dear God, When are you going to let all those who believe in you know that you don’t exist? I find it alarming, scary in fact, that so many blindly devote themselves, act on the behalf of, and talk to something that quite clearly doesn’t exist. You’ve kept a firm grip on society through promoting shame, guilt and fear - not of your wrath - but of humanity and life itself. I get that many of us need ’something’ to believe in, I get that. But it’s still very sad to know that a fairy tale has become the biggest prank in history. I’m sorry people, but no matter who or what you act on behalf of, what YOU do in this life still matters. Who you hurt, who you shame, who you love and who you help determines who you are - what you believe is irrelevant - pain, suffering, joy and love are real.

The reason god knows everything you do, is because god IS you! It’s a joke. Don’t you get it?

Dane, Brisbane/Australia
afraid Dear God, I have a clear lack of faith in regards to this whole Christianity thing.. As if you haven’t noticed from your lofty regions above with the power to see and know everything, life here sucks! It seems to me if you have this omniscient power why is it necessary for me to ask from you anything? Shouldn’t you know? As you are I’m sure well aware, I come from people who have extreme faith in the teachings of Christianity. I was marinated, as I’m sure you know in a rich medley of the gospel. I was taught what the Christian idea of right and wrong was and given examples of what it meant to be a “woman of God” At the age of five I was led to you by my Sunday School teacher Mrs. Blackney. Lovely lady, I’m sure she is still in your services somewhere in your celestial realms of Heaven. I remember thinking to myself at that tender age of five while my parents stood over my shoulder with the “light of God” shining from them that this was something I had a pretty difficult time buying. The whole Jesus born from a virgin…half human half God…him dying and then returning to his body three day’s later. Even at such a young age I looked into my parents’ faces and then into Mrs. Blackneys’ and thought I can’t believe these people actually BELIEVE this… Strangely God, even at the age of five and lacking the reason that my parents were supposed to have, I seemed to have a certain amount of rational, reasonable doubt in relation to this whole little fairy tale they were expecting me to buy into. Tell me freakin Alice has fallen down a hole and is running into speaking rabbits…tell me that there is a place called “Never Land” with pirates and fairies and boy’s who never grow up and fly around, they are fun and imaginative and catch the fancy of any child under the age of 12. My parents made certain that I was not under any delusion that these stories were an actuality. They were only “make believe”, “fairy tales” So why God, why can’t I believe in some far off place full of fun and whimsy, why can’t I believe that a boy of wood becomes real from the touch of a fairy? Why should it be any easier for me to believe a boy conceived by God in the womb of a woman who had never known a man intimately is born, that three kings knew and came to worship this would be savior, and then suddenly in the blink of an eye 32 years later, this boy grown up is healing sick, removing blindness, turning water into wine, the loaves and the fishes…walking on water…dying on a cross, and then on the third glorious day is resurrected? Excuse me God if there seems to be a smidgen of resentment regarding this little biblical tale, but after it was shoved down my throat for over half of my life or better, it’s kinda left a sour taste in my mouth. It seems that if I buy into this little story and believe that your son died to save me, I’ll get to go to heaven and avoid the fires of hell. I can lie, cheat, steal, even kill…I can be unforgiving, backstabbing, intolerant, and arrogant. I can hate, and feel bitterness, and as long as I believe that your son did what all those holy rollers say he did I’m in…oh an along the way while I’m waiting to get in, I get to judge my fellow man based off of these biblical standards that they say you have set. If I’m good and loving, if I abhor intolerance, if I reach out to any of my fellow man regardless of there life styles, and beliefs and love them, if I strive to live a life free of judgment, and allow my neighbor to live with the freedom I have been given, if I value life and, and the sanctity of honesty and if I choose to donate my time to charity instead of my finances, and I don’t believe that Jesus died for me…if I don’t accept this story…I get to go to hell. I guess God, it’s easier for me to believe in Peter Pan…in other words if a hypocritical, judgmental, “child of God” is able to sneak in under the radar with a long list of deadly sins attached (cus no man is perfect) then in truth I’d rather not.

A. Girlsomewhere, Colorado/USA

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Dear God,

I wake up every day (well almost) knowing how lucky I am to be alive. I was born with a heart condition that, at the time, was little known and the surgery was difficult to survive. I know something drove my mother to the hospital on all four occasions to get me help (the first three she was turned away- they said I was fine). It must have been a higher power that guided the surgeons fingers when I died on the operating table and he had to pump my little heart back to life with two of his fingers. I survived, fully intact and continue to thrive into adulthood. While some of my peers died without a proper diagnoses, or on the operating table, some made it out of surgery but as shells of their former selves but I am perfectly healthy (except for the annual cardiology appointments). So what was it all for- why am I one of the few who lived? Should I be doing more with my life? Or was it all just luck? I think of all the ones who didn’t survive, the parents who lost their babies and wonder if my life would make them proud. Special, San Diego, Ca, USA
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Dear Universe,

I write you this letter in part, on behalf of the millions of people on this planet who will never have the opportunity to write a letter at all, let alone a letter to you, and also in part for my own curiosity. It is innate human behavior to understand our reason for existing. I think this is one of our most common of all questions. Many people search for this truth through various religions and beliefs. Others spend their lives looking for these answers through scientific means. I was recently introduced to the idea that God and the universe may in fact, be one and the same. My dearest Universe, is this possible? In my goal to understand the truth in all things, I have come up short. The quest for truth through Religion seems immeasurably long and possibly unending. Universe, does this sound familiar to you? Even contemplating your vast, infinite nature seems futile. Since your secrets are limitless, how could we ever come to know them all? You seem to have commonalities with God, so I come to you with my questions.

Should we continue our search outward, through religion and science, for the answer to our most basic question? Maybe the only truth we can ever truly understand is our own. By searching inward, is it possible to find the answers we seek?

You know, I think just by asking you this question, I have the answer I need. So take your time in responding.

Craig from Newfoundland

rid of god Dear God,Thank you for bearing me to a broken family. Thank you God for birthing me to an abusive father. Thank you God for infilitrating my culture and raping any sort of history and tradition that my family’s race had and leaving us sublimated to the power of the elite. Thank you God for allowing me channels of ill-supposed-truth to open my eyes to the untruth that is taught in the belief of you. Thank you God for the anomaly that is New York City and how it opened not only my eyes but my inner-man to the depths of what humanity is. Thank you God of ridding me of God. Remoy Philip, New York/USA
Surrender Dear GOD!Do you really expect me not to have sex with my girlfriend? Do you really expect me to not love my father for his sexual orientation? Do you real expect me not to have fun, not to drink and not to eat meat? Do you really expect me to surrender my whole life for you? Seriously god, you are not the center of the universe. Please stop taking over peoples lives. YOUR CREATED THEM - YOU DO NOT OWN THEM!!! Benjamin, Sydney/Australia
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Dear God, Jesus, Allah, Buddha, Oprah,

I wanted to first start with an apology. As you may have noticed, I tend to only get in touch when I want something, but I’m working on that. Oh, sorry. Guess you already knew that.Actually, I’m not looking for much this time other than a little clarification.As you well know, the world is in turmoil. More than 4000 American soldiers and over 100,000 Iraqis, including scores of innocent children, have perished in an assault that began as the result of a little “misunderestimation” by our current leader in the WMD’s department.Over 70,000 human beings have been murdered during the ongoing genocide in the oil-barren Sudan, with that number rising steadily; where men continue to be slaughtered and women brutally raped at an alarming rate. Yet, the world looks on in silence.Poverty and unemployment are on the rise and 45 million Americans are living without health insurance. Although our elected officials refuse to acknowledge the irreversible and irrefutable damage being done to the planet we have now thoroughly trashed, there is a really big elephant residing in America’s ecological living room.OK, so I may be a bit of a downer and I’m not the most fun at a party these days, but it’s not all my fault. It’s kind of hard to be jovial during such times of duress.So what’s the deal? Are you angry? Is it something we did or didn’t do? Or is this some sort of test? Obviously we’re failing miserably if it isMaybe I’m naïve, but if you didn’t want there to be gays, why did you create them? Was that a test too? Hmm. It’s all very confusing.That’s why I decided to go directly to the source. The President has implied on numerous occasions that he has some sort of direct line to you, so I thought what the heck? Maybe I could follow his lead and get my queries answered in a timely fashion too.Because right now, I’m filled with more questions than answers, like, when you said, “Thou shalt not kill,” that meant everyone, right? Like, no killing at all. None whatsoever. Nada,. Zilch. Zero. Never, right? That was my interpretation of that law, anyway.But it seems to me that many of your disciples may be employing a looser interpretation of your admonition not to snuff the life out of their fellow human beings. And it’s my humble observation that your message of love is seriously being trumped by the strong message of hate that many seem to be promoting under the guise of freedom, religion and pseudo-security. While some of those in charge profess to follow the Good Book, I find myself wondering if they only read the cliff notes, because it doesn’t appear that they are getting the full gist of your message.If it’s not too much to ask, I could also use a little explanation on some other key issues, like when are we supposed to employ “An eye for an eye versus “Turn the other cheek?” That’s always been a confusing one for me and I suspect a lot of other people find this bewildering based on the behaviors they often exhibit.Well, I guess that’s all for now. I’ll look for some sign that you got my message. Don’t worry if you can’t respond right away. I’ll understand. I know we’re keeping you pretty busy.Respectfully yours,Jill Jacob - New York/USA
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Dear God,

Every feast of the Nazarene in a place here called Quiapo, thousands of people trample each other just to touch the statue of you being paraded outside the church thinking it will bring them luck or cure their ailments. Many do die in this event. During holy week they flagellate and crucify themselves to atone for their sins. People flock to masses when the lottery hits the high marks, praying for signs of what the winning combination will be. In this country where most people live below the poverty line, most people turn to you during their suffering. So much so that they do nothing for themselves and solely depend on you.

I don’t blame you God. But I wonder why you created religion when it just serves as an opium of the people and as a vehicle for violence?

Karen, Philippines
Terrorists Dear God,What of the terrorists win? That’s something I don’t want to say aloud but I know that if I say it to God He won’t judge me. What if America became an Islamic country? Would I have to pray to Allah? More importantly would America still be a great land of freedom and hope? I don’t see how it could be. I worry so much about my children and their safety. I heard once that there are men in Pakistan trying to build a bomb that would just send radiation throughout countryside. I could never imagine my children having to suffer in that way. Why do people who believe in God want to harm His most precious creatures? Please God, I just don’t understand the ways of the world anymore.Anni Firbank, Cincinnati

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