Dear God,

I haven’t written to you since I was a little boy, as you probably know anyway, so I thought it was high time I did. You will remember that I asked for a lot of silly things, which by the way I never did get, but this time I have a different reason for writing.

I have a few questions, not just for myself but also on behalf of others. Questions with which I have struggled and I am no closer to the answer than I was before.

We were taught that you love us so much, that we are precious in your eyes, more precious than diamonds and gold. That your plan for us is unimaginable joy and your love for us so great that you gave your only begotten son so that we could have life.

Then why father, if you love us so much, did you create us so flawed. Why so twisted and broken that no matter how hard we try we consistently fail. Please don’t give me the “free will” story, for this and goes far beyond that. Deciding between ice cream flavours is free will. Deciding which car you would like to own is free will. Rape, murder, robbery and all sorts of perversions certainly is not free will.

I was told that you are all knowing, that you know everything from what was to what will be. That you even knew I was going to write this letter to you before I thought of it.

Why God? If you know everything, if you know all this beforehand, why allow this suffering. Why allow this personal torment as we try to walk your path, knowing that we will fail before we even start.

Your son