Letter Dated Monday, December 1st

Dear Fearless Leader,

It was beautifully silent when the snow fell tonight. I went back inside from brushing off the car to say to my family, "It's snowing very peacefully," just in case I died on my way to work. I wanted to have profound last words.

It was such a beautiful scene that I was filled up with meaning. Death is the only meaning I know, hence my logical mind assumed a meaningful scene meant I was going to die. At least, that's how I would write it, if I was writing my life as a story. The pressure and finality of death give life meaning. Eternal life takes the pressure off. It's the cheesy happy ending.

But I'm wrong in my assessment. I didn't die on the way to work, and yet I saw something meaningful. It's life and not death that is meaningful. In a life that has no end, my actions never cease to have meaning. Death is the senseless and unnecessary end that silences everything I do.

Lord, give me hope in the knowledge that everything is meaningful.

Your servant,
BJ