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A Closet Full of Money -- Writer's Poke #125

For Writers:

God, I believe you exist. But just to prove it, put a million dollars in my closet. When I open the closet and find the million dollars, then I will know that you really exist.

I opened the closet door, but no million dollars – just the same dust pan and broom, and bottles of pepsi that were there before my prayer.

Did my eight-year old brain really expect God to prove His existence to me by poofing a million dollars into my closet? Not really, but that didn’t stop me from being angry at God for being so stingy. What was a million dollars to God? After all, didn’t God own the universe? Was my request really that unreasonable?

Over the years, my belief in God has varied – to the point that it doesn’t much matter to me one way or the other. No matter what happens in my life, I’ve learned not to expect miracles. God may exist, but not in this life.

Do you believe in God? Why or why not?

Or, does belief in God matter in your daily life? Explore why.

“I don’t know if God exists, but it would be better for His reputation if He didn’t.” – Jules Renard

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