Pastor of North Church, Carrollton, TX/ Prayer

    You are the silicon of leaking breast implants. True faith offers no reward like the cash you earn through false hope. Harangue falsity. Create Babel. Your office has space enough for two - for high-value wooden floors draped with a Bear Rug, leather couches and 50 starving orphans. However, the orphans are nowhere around. Your sermons are Your sermons. And You spoke to a million people. And Your church needed 130 thousand more square feet. God must be Huge! Although I didn't find God there in Your church. I didn't see God in the felt of Your pool tables - nor the two dead turkeys in Your office. I couldn't see God on the banner behind Your stage nor in the prayer You said. My eye must be blind because I didn't see God in Your gold-framed diploma or the Ivory dagger or jeweled Indian sandals. My soul is so dark because I cried to see God in Your gold jewelry and gloating, but only saw excess and a heavy belly. Gluttony. Lust. And Pride.

God I plead mercy! I see you not in echoing walls - 50 thousand dollar prayers - blank stares - overflowing offering plates - or dry-creek bed souls. I will search on in hope the stars - trees - troubles - victories I find in my day-to-day. I will reflect on myself and my sorrow and joy and success - how nothing good is by me and nothing bad is by You, but that balance maintains itself. For You are balance - You are nature - You are truth - You are words - You are joy - You are sorrow - You are earth, air, water - everything and nothingness. I will find You God in loneliness - fulfillment - poverty - & motion. Amen.