“Dear Lord, what did you do with all of my prayers from the past 20 years? I begged that she’d forget me and meet a nice man and live a happy life. I begged so much. How could you make me such a big sinner? What am I supposed to do about this big sin? You knew, didn’t you? It’s so that I’d repent much more, isn’t it? Now, I don’t resent or hate anyone or anything anymore. All I have left are things to be thankful for. Lord, thank you so much for giving me an angelic daughter. I killed a man and I didn’t even know my daughter was born. Thank you so much for sending me an angelic… an angelic daughter who calls me Dad. Thank you so much. There’s nothing more that I could possibly want. Please let me see my daughter often. If you’d let me, I can live in jail for the rest of my life. I don’t care. Please, Lord.”
The Obsessive Dilettante 