Dear God, Don’t get mad, but I don’t think you’re funny.

You ever have one of those days when you know God must be joking? I can picture Him now … sitting up there on a cloud having tea with St. Christopher … He’s probably choked on His English Breakfast a few times from all the laughing he’s been doing. Don’t get me wrong here—I’m glad,…

Does God care how I address Him?

I tried to pray today. But it seems I’ve forgotten how. When I was a little girl, right after my mother turned my bed back and I brushed my teeth and changed into my princess nightgown, I used to crouch on my knees, hands clasped together, head bent, eyes closed and repeat the words to…