Super Meek


Human Trafficking Drug Cartels

Child Pornography Pedophiles Child abuse


Serial Killers & Rapists

Armed Robbers Thieves Terrorists

More war.

Dictators & Despots

The evil, corrupt people behind it all…..

Dear God,

There is lots of bad going on down here, right now.

Well, it’s been bad for a while actually but, I’m sure you know that.

You know everything I’m told, right?

All my trivial existence I’ve been told that you know pretty much everything.

A mathematical constant?

My question is that if you know, then WHY do you let it happen?

I mean, I know what most of the leaders of my church, past and present say, that bad things happen to good people because it serves a purpose of some kind? Magnifies you in some way? Yada yada yada…

Am I saying it right? Serves your purpose?

I admit, I’m not too up on this topic as I should be, it’s just that what I AM capable to understand, I DON’T understand, you know?

I mean, I pray about it all the time.

Pathological prayer guy… That’s me.

I won’t read the newspaper at all anymore, I don’t browse thru the news stories on the internet and pretty much have quit using social media altogether….so, I’m not “up to date”


Back to my point.

I stare at the missing children bulletin boards at Walmart; their pictures stare back…

I’m trying to burn their faces and short life notes into my brain, just in case I might see one of them, during my wide travels as a long haul trucker.

Maybe, somewhere….someday; maybe I can save one.

Just one….

In just a few of those sad descriptive lines, I can sense the desperation of a family, the loss of hope and the fact that a person/childs life has come to this….

I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like; to be a victim…a family member of a victim…

I don’t want to know. Hope I never NEVER find out what it’s like.

My step daughter disappeared for 3 hrs once… and I died a million times…

I don’t even wanna talk about how stupid war is.

I don’t care what reasons they say why it is unavoidable.

There is no reason for or in war

So, here’s my proposal to you Lord….

Make me a super-hero and I will find all of the missing children.

I will end wars.

Make me a super-hero and I will fight evil and kill the bad guys….

I will kill them all; in your name.

Vengeance is mine saith the lord….

Well, if you’re going to insist on that stance, fine.

Here’s my stance; just for consideration.

Vengeance is actually DOING something.

Hands on, so to say.

You are not doing anything; at least not anything I have seen or witnessed. Lean not…

I have seen no actions or punishments that this lowly man can recognize, in my understanding, as holy retribution; this lowly “human” that just wants to help you…and the victims of evil needs to see something to hope for!

Something, ANYTHING being done!

I’ve never actually seen the actions matching “to smite” “to bring low” “the wrath of God!” kind of stuff…..

Nothing. At. All.

My ways are not your ways….

Whatever, look…….I am just me.

You made me, you gave me free will…, there it is.

I am just a guy who whole-heartedly admits that he’s not the most religious person but, I think I’m a good person, regardless!

I may have screwed up a few times but, who hasn’t and NO don’t throw Jesus in my face, there was the incident in the temple remember…?

Ok, bad example. I wasn’t there….maybe those money-lenders and such ilk needed a little righteous indignation on their heads….

Anywho, this is how I feel. You are God, I can be honest with you.

I don’t understand what you are waiting for.

Why don’t you stop all this mess?

Is it because you gave us that free will?

Well, if that’s the case, take it back. I would gladly give up my free will to live in a world where I didn’t have to worry about a child being raped or an old person being hurt.

Turn me into a wrathful sheep, please….I don’t care. Just let me help!

Save the children, protect the weak, feed the hungry.

I decided that it’s because you have all of this galaxy; this universe to worry about; that you can’t deal with us right now?

I can’t blame you really; I guess I don’t…. I know what we’ve done and allowed to happen on our beautiful world; to each other. In your name…most times not.

Trillions and trillions of other planets…..people spread all over this universe.

I figure you’re not here anymore, anyway.

Picture a scientist in a lab.

He looks over his shoulder and spots an old petri dish that was part of an earlier experiment.

He thinks to himself that one day, he should get back to that experiment….shakes his head and gets back to his other, newer experiments.

“I gave it everything it needs to proliferate, just needs more time”

He cannot see that the culture is dying.

Feeding on itself; a new cancer.

That’s us, Earth; in that petri dish.

We’re on our own….eating our own.

Lord, you gave us free will, thumbs, a moral compass, reason and freedom to worship; on the most part.

Then, you left.

Places to go, people to see…..other worlds to build.

I understand.

You got busy….it happens.

You said to pray always; with a broken heart and contrite spirit….

There is a plan.

Lean not unto thine own understanding…

“Trust me” you say. Over & over…

Well, my heart is broke and I’m about as contrite as contrite can get.,and it ain’t working.

Please make me a super-hero.

Like I asked, prayed for…

I will be glad to help you.

I am on your side.

No, I do not understand why evil is allowed to exist or continue but, I am not you.

Trust you?

I’ve never met you…not in person; that I’m aware of.

I am only a man that wants to protect the innocent.

Make me a super-hero.

I will save the children. I will feed the poor. I will fight evil.

I will end wars.

I don’t even need to be able to fly.

Here’s what I need….

Control of time

Transport to any spot on earth, instantly.

Ability to sense pain and evil.

Ability to read minds

Super strength….

The gift of calling angels to assist me….(other than the priesthood)

Your permission to kill all the evildoers……kill them all….send them to your hell.

That’s it.

Oh, and the ability to make manna and fat quail fall from heaven.

Make me a super-hero and I will help you get things back under control, Lord.

I am a God guy, I am willing to help.

Please, let me help you to help us; save us.

Regardless of my past mistakes, I am and have always been on your side.

Let me help..

You can have all the credit.

Trust me.

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