Alright, I know you are all powerful and have every right to be vengeful and angry, full of omnipotent wrath. And I know I’ve been tempting you a lot lately. But how come every time I go off on some zany trip of mine, you have to punish me? You know I’m not used to your whims, it’s been a while since I’ve been here. Can’t you just take it easy on me every once and a while? I mean, why do I have to get a flat 130 miles from civilization in the desert? Why do you try to kill me when I drive to church on Sunday morning before the plows have come out? Why do you try to careen my car off a cliff when driving through the pass? It makes me want to gnash my teeth.
Alright, I know I might be taking advantage of your mercy a little to often, and there have been many times when I have made it home safe. But if you could just see to it that I make over the moutains to the Willamette valley this weekend, I promise I’ll just stay in Bend the rest of the winter. I will tempt you no longer and will make sacrifices to your names. Just don’t try to kill me anymore.
