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Tonight I Am Sad

December 22, 1993 (late night)
(Jonathan is 13)

Dear God,
tonight I am sad. Sad, because of the things I see and hear. I'm sad that I have to listen to allegations against people in high places. Sad because Santa is no longer safe to talk to kids in shopping malls. Sad because a company called Viacom puts up 9.6 billion and then QBC puts up 10 billion, both for a slot with Paramount, and yet there will be people sleeping in homeless shelters, on side streets, and in city parks on Christmas Eve.

I am sad to see so many people crying over things that shouldn't have happened. Seemingly pointless acts of violence. I can't help but wonder why.

Why is all this happening, and why haven't I done something to try and change it?

What am I meant to do? (I know that), I wants to solve a world problem in one day. Probable, no, possible, definitely! It's so hard to know how to start this... I'm not sure what to call it. A crusade? A mission? A message? Or just a normal person going out every day thinking and doing God. My friends, how do they look at me now? How will they look at me after? After I have become a new member of the saviors? After they find out who is really inside me.

Tonight, I ask you? Who is inside me? Who will emerge and is emerging as I go through life?

As I see Christmas day getting so close, a birthday celebrated around the world, I see a Christmas card where the ink has run because of tears that have been cried out for victims of violence. I would ask you, God, to help me, and others that are capable, to rewrite the words that have run. Let the old ink stay as a remembrance, but let the words be readable again, so that whoever cried the tears may see what the card truly says.

Jesus said to Simon, John, and James, "Don't be afraid; from now on, you will be catching men." LUKE 5:10. I will catch people for you, God.

Your friend always,

Jonathan Kraft