"For I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave me drink."

Dear God,

Today, I guest-blogged on The Scalar Kitchen. I'm glad there are others doing your good work.


Speaking of food, MEOOOWWW. MEEEOOWW. MEEOOOOOWWW. I'm hungry. Give me some food.

Amen

"They paved paradise and put up a parking lot. Today shalt thou be with me in paradise."

Dear God,



I kind of miss the good old days in Virginia a little.

Amen

"Because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked."

Dear God,

I'm glad to find that I can serve a purpose beyond all my daily-tasks-in-your-name like eating, sleeping, and fending off the sinister demons inhabiting my Brooklyn apartment.


These may not look like much, but they're made of 100% cat hair, and you should know better than anyone that October is approaching and with that the Christmas shopping season.

This year I want all of my presents to have been physically grown from my body. I know it's becoming a catch-phrase, but in these tough economic times...

In Jesus' name I pray.

Amen

"Benedicta tu in mulieribus"

"Who will descend into the abyss to bring Christ up from the dead?"

"Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire."

Dear God,

Today, I had a really embarrassing day. Not only did my daddy and new-mommy-Jessica bathe me, but as soon as I got out, I was so stressed that I pooped on the bathrug. To top that off, they had a party with a bunch of their secular humanist friends, and as I was scrambling up on bed in my special cerebellar hypoplasiac way, everyone laughed at me.

My only solace today was finding this:



I can't understand a single word they are saying, but that's because it's in Angel. Song of Angels is Freddie and Annie Hayler:

I don't know what else to say except thanks. New York is a difficult place, but your song reigns over Heaven and Brooklyn.

Amen

"And the angels came to the city of the Sodomite"

Dear God,

I live in New York City now. In case you're looking for me.

Amen