Note to God: If you’re going to send love letters to your children, try making them waaaaaay less creepy.

This is what reader Jason received at his school earlier today (click to embiggen):

If we weren’t so used to the religious language by now, that would read like a note from a stalker to a victim: “You may not know me, but I know everything about you,” “Will you be my child?,” “I am waiting for you,” etc. And, of course, there’s the bit about how someone had to die “so that you and I could be reconciled.”

The solution isn’t to turn to God. It’s to run the hell away before He catches up to you.

