Dear Jesus Christ,
If you are alive and indeed enthroned at the right hand of God, as scripture claims, I know that you can read this letter. And as a result, I plead you (with tears in my eyes as I write) to hear me. I am at a very difficult and trying time in my life (at least for me) right now. I am more than aware that what I consider difficult and stressful would be considered a joyful utopia by many around the world. People such as the hungry, the cold, the persecuted, the tortured, and those impoverished. But, nevertheless, despite this awareness that I "have it good" as it were, for some reason unexplainable to me this realization provides me with little--if any--comfort. Maybe this is because the physical necessities of human beings are not the only existing necessities that we need. Whatever the case is, I don't know, it is just a thought. I have to go to class right now and I hope that you might reveal yourself to me and help me to cope and be able just to get through the day. I will finish writing later. Bye bye.
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