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June 5th
Dear God:
This is Anna. I hope you remember me. I was in that big old church by the river (think it’s called St. Stephen on the Rye) the other day with my parents. I saw your picture hanging on the wall and my mum told me about you. She told me it was the first time she had gone to church since she and my dad got married. Anyway, I was there on Sunday and I saw you even if you didn’t see me. I was wearing the blue sundress with big yellow sunflowers on it – it’s my best dress and mum says we have to dress smartly for church.
Dear God, I hope you’re not offended by my letter but I have to say I didn’t have a very good time in your house. Are you sure you really live there? I looked around but I didn’t see a bed or anything! Maybe it was behind the curtain, but it must get awfully cold and lonely after everyone goes home. Dad called me ‘silly’ and ruffled my hair when I asked about it, but honestly, if I were you I might be looking for something a little more homey! Also, what language do you speak? The funny man in the hat who was standing on a pedestal jutting out of the wall spoke some funny language and I don’t know what one word meant! I sure hope you understood him. Mum and Dad told me to shhhh when I asked about it, but I don’t think they know either.
July 7th
Dear God:
This is Anna again, do you remember me? I have something great to tell you! Yesterday my parents decided to go to a different church. Weird – my whole life (I’m seven now) they have never gone to church and now suddenly we are going almost every week. I suppose they decided they didn’t like St. Stephen after all. “Just because we got married there, Margaret, doesn’t mean we have to attend there,” I overheard Dad tell Mum. So yesterday we piled into the car (we HAD to take Jasper, my little brother, have you met him yet?) and drove to the other side of the town to a Methodist church (I practiced the spelling!) It was much better than St. Stephen, I think. For one thing the man in front spoke in English, so even I could understand him. The songs were funner too. And Mum told me that it was your house as well! WOW! You have a lot of houses don’t you? I looked for a bed at the Methodist Church, but didn’t see one there – do you have another house that is just bedrooms? My friend Martha, she is a Catholic and she goes to the big cathedral in the middle of the town, St. Mary’s. Do you maybe have your bed there? I’ll have to ask when I see her – you know who she is right? She is my best friend at school, she has long blonde hair and blueberry eyes (I’m not really sure what that means but that’s what colour my mum says her eyes are.)
August 5th
Dear God:
It’s me Anna. I just found out the most wonderful thing! I know where you live! Mum and Dad told me last night why we’ve been going to different churches, and why they seem to be a bit different. And they are different God. Mum is happier and more relaxed, and Dad sings all the time now. They told me they asked you to come into their hearts and be the Lord of their lives. And they asked me if I wanted to do the same thing? Of course I said Yes! So now you live in my heart!!!
I have just one question God – where are you going to sleep tonight?
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