Selfish Christian
I have an inside joke with God. It's been running since I was little. I used to go up to communion, and take the body of Christ, say "amen", and walk up the isle, back to my seat next to my mom. I would always say "Hi God, it's me again." And I would talk to him. I can't explain the comfort it gave me to taste the unleavened bread at mass and sit in a dusty pew, on my knees in prayer to God. It might not sound like a really funny joke, but I remember, being 8, and thinking that it was so funny that He and I would get away together to talk. I never said the Hail Mary, and I never said the Our Father, but I talked to Jesus. Beyond all of the confounds of the church pews, and the words that didn't make sense to me at the time, and the seemingly holiness of the priest, I would get away with the Lord, and he would take me with Him. He would let me talk to Him. He let me know that He knew me, and that He heard me. Now, I am 34. But sometimes, I feel li