Dear God,

Excuse me sir, I find it ironic that you even made the eyes. How can I believe what I can't see and, I see nothing in the present currently. I see everything ahead of me, and behind me. I guess that's why they call it tunnel vision, or am I just blind? Because with tunnel vision you'd have to know you were in a tunnel in the first place. For me blindness is the most appropriate term for my peculiar case of vision. For I do not have a solid footing for where I currently am. I only know what's to worry about ahead of me, and my worries behind me. This pretty much sums up my faith of You in college. Which is not a bad thing. Most people who associate college students relationship with You, normally immediately get a negative image in their head. As students who do not have a close relationship with You. Everyone has a different walk with their own faith. But, for me personally I lost my faith of a child in the midst of a college. You weren't this magical being who just made the bad go away any more. You were someone who I now had to develop a personal relationship with. It was no longer my parents faith, it was my own. As if when Paul was stricken down with blindness, I too am in a period of blindness. The difference is that I, like many other college christians, may not make it out of my blindness. I only worry about the voices ahead of me, and my nightmares of the past that haunt me in this state of darkness. I'm not ever aware of what's going on in my current state. I think that may be why I'm still blind. I worry so much about the past and future, that I don't see what You are doing in front of me. I only worry if you will erase my past, or give me a future that matters. You have talked so much about living in the present, yet I don't live anywhere near it. If you would take my hand through this all, and call me by my name at the end of the road. Maybe, then I will justify you making the eyes.

Sincerely,

Your Child.

Dear Modern Church,

As a college student my faith isn't dead. I'm not going through a rebellious time. I'm not skipping church every Sunday, because my parents shoved my faith down my throat. You have all these studies to show that my age group is dropping church. But, what have you done to get me back in. Now please tell me off about how my generation just wants. But, the truth is I'm a forgotten age group. You say there's college age groups for me to go to, but the pastor doesn't even know my name. I'm not a person to you. I'm a statistic. That christianity is dying in america with me and my fellow students. I'm not dead. I'm blind. I'm on the road to damascus, with no one to guide me. To me church is now just a popularity contest. If your friends with the pastor then your in for good. Jesus loved the misfits. Why don't you love me? I'm not a number to be tallied to your attendance chart. I'm an actual person, who is blind. I just need someone to call out. When God gave Saul sight, did he not call him out by his new name? I don't want you give me a new name, but I do want to be called out to. I have more questions than ever yet you're more worried about counting me than answering any of them. Do I need to go to the usher to get my questions answered? Because, he has the most information about me.

Sincerely,

A Number