The Invisible Letter

in General Discussion edited January 2014
I thought this was beautiful and as I do not normally share with Christian material much these days I thought I would share this:

The Invisible Letter

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said, "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"

The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."

Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care anymore? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"

The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the University."

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said goodbye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.

"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, "Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."

Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house.

She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things, back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

Dear Mom,

I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room, and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, y'know.

Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him.

Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you goodbye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, y'know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him -

'Where was He when I needed him?'

God said, He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life.

Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore... and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either.

That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from,

God, Jesus & Me.

With Love,



  • Reply 1 of 36
    ariari Posts: 126member

    Someone call the schmaltz police.
  • Reply 2 of 36
    jambojambo Posts: 3,036member
    I feel sick.
  • Reply 3 of 36
    brbr Posts: 8,395member
    Who were the ad wizards that came up with that one?
  • Reply 4 of 36
    defiantdefiant Posts: 4,876member
    our intruder alert doesn't work
  • Reply 5 of 36
    murbotmurbot Posts: 5,262member
    I'm sorry Fellowship, I try to be understanding of other people's beliefs most of the time... but this was without a doubt the biggest piece of shit I have read in a long, long time.

    I hope the author of this abomination dies a slow, painful death, and doesn't get to have nachos with god and the gang after playing with his invisible pen.

    If anyone can read this without feeling sick at the end and saying outloud "WHAT THE FUCK?", they have problems almost as bad as whoever penned this garbage.

    Please, please do not ever post anything like his here ever, ever again. My eyes can't take another fork stabbing.
  • Reply 6 of 36
    brussellbrussell Posts: 9,812member
    Maybe Spielberg could make this into a movie.

    But I'm not sure what the point is here - that the death of children is really kind of a good thing when you really get right down to it?
  • Reply 7 of 36
    shetlineshetline Posts: 4,695member
    PS: By the way, Mom, if you haven't accepted Jesus Christ as your Personal Savior yet, you'd better get on with it, otherwise you'll never, ever get to see me again, but instead, I'm afraid, you'll have to burn forever in the Lake of Fire.
  • Reply 8 of 36
    billybobskybillybobsky Posts: 1,914member
    What failed Hollywood screenwriter came up with that? It reads like a bad mid-1980s Christian ispired feature film. I guess those screen writers do have after lives...
  • Reply 9 of 36
    jambojambo Posts: 3,036member
  • Reply 10 of 36
    jambojambo Posts: 3,036member
    Pssssssst, segovius... I don't think it's real.
  • Reply 11 of 36
    moogsmoogs Posts: 4,296member
    I sure wish my brother had written me a magic letter after he died, but then he wasn't a regular church-goer. Mostly he just spent his spare time teaching teaching kids at his municiple park how to ride a bike or throw a frisbee or hit a baseball. Or he'd paint a picture for someone special or just find a way to make everyone laugh.

    That said, don't bash The Good iBook too much.

    I'm not sure this story is meant to be taken literally (hence the title), though I wonder if the author themselves (iBook didn't write it obviously) is aware of that fact. Were I a surviving parent of child like this, such a story wouldn't exactly bring me to happy happy land I don't think... what we can say is, the story has the right idea in mind (that the child wouldn't want his mother to suffer), but should've been told more cleverly.
  • Reply 12 of 36
    groveratgroverat Posts: 10,872member
    God has a plan for you.

    And that plan is for you to get me a taco.

  • Reply 13 of 36
    moogsmoogs Posts: 4,296member
    God doesn't believe in Tacos. They give him gas....
  • Reply 14 of 36
    " Brother Maynard, bring forth the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch."
  • Reply 15 of 36
    moogsmoogs Posts: 4,296member

    ...and it shall be used on the third day... coming after the second day but before the fourth day...
  • Reply 16 of 36
    fellowshipfellowship Posts: 5,038member

    Originally posted by Moogs

    ...and it shall be used on the third day... coming after the second day but before the fourth day...

    Moogs you are a laugh!

  • Reply 17 of 36
    While corny and indeed vomit inducing, if you just keep things in perspective, you'll see that it's totally harmless.

    OBVIOUSLY this letter was dreamt up by the grieving mother to put her mind at ease and to cope with her loss. She's obviously designed in the passage to be VERY religious and needed to simplify her son's current state after death and convince herself that he is in 'a better place'. Sure, the poor thing probably took one too many Vicodins before passing out in her son's room, but if she woke up happier, then so be it. This is what most religious people do in there minds with their beliefs, this is probably why they cope with death better than someone like me would.

    If anyone thought this (utterly corny) passage was about a woman who actually saw and read 'an invisible letter' from here son, then you've got more problems than the holy rollys that lurk about!

    Besides, isn't that what religion is all about? Isn't religion REALLY just a crutch and something to hold on to? Something to fill the void of the 'unknown' to escape and avoid the fear that we really don't know where we came from, why we are here, and what happens after we die?

    Even if you or I know better, if a story like this can give hope, relief or resolve to anyone in this sort situation, then more power to them. After all, I truly believe that if heavily religious people didn?t have that 'religious outlet' to go to in the first place, they'd all be drug addicts, alcoholics, or manic depressives. I believe that to very religious people it's an escape, a crutch, and is used to block out and deny just like how others use drugs and alcohol to block out and deny the unknown (or whatever you're faced to deal with in life).

    But, if it works and keeps you (remotely sane) and off the streets (drugs, etc.) then go for it (just don't shove it in my face and force it onto others. While you're at it, please don't become an extremist and crash planes into buildings and ultimately end the world over the very god's you claim created you, but ironically and tragically - don't really exist).
  • Reply 18 of 36
    moogsmoogs Posts: 4,296member
    Thank you brother iBook. Actually I haveth misquoted the great "Book of Armaments". I should have quoteth thusly with respect to the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch:


    ...First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin.

    Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less.

    Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three.

    Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three...

  • Reply 19 of 36
    Five is right out.
  • Reply 20 of 36
    Genius film isn't it Moogs? I saw it when it came out in the cinema, I was 9. I haven't been quite the same since.
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