Tuesday, 1 September 2015

"Letter to Heaven."

I had inspiration for this story last week, and I'm sharing it here.

If I wanted to write fan mail to an author, I could look up their address online or something. But if I want to write a letter to God, how do I do it? Hailey stared out the window up at the sky. Would my letter have to be taken to heaven by plane, or spaceship? How long would it take to get there? Maybe if I took it myself, I could see God open it and read it.
Hailey stuck her upper portion out the window and gazed across the lawn and down the street. The mail truck hadn’t come yet. Maybe she had time to write a quick letter before the truck got to her mailbox.
Grabbing her school notebook, Hailer scribbled a few words down, trying to keep her handwriting neat. This was for God, after all.
She didn’t write much; just a few things about the book of Jonah, one of her favorites. She didn’t want to bother God, who was probably very busy.
After searching for and finding an envelope on her mom’s desk, Hailey stuck her letter inside and sealed it. Taking a pen, she sat down and wrote:
God the Father
Throne of God
Heaven
That should work as an address. Putting her own address in the top left corner, Hailey pressed a stamp onto the envelope and ran outside to give her letter to the mailman, who had just come up the street.
It was really a mailboy-- Kyle, the teenager who helped his uncle with the mail delivery. Hailey halted behind her mailbox and waited as Kyle stopped the truck. “Hi, Kyle! I have a letter to mail!”
Kyle stepped out of the truck and reached for her envelope. “Okay, Hailey.” Staring at the address she’d written, he frowned, then looked at her. “Umm, Hailey, I don’t think you can send this.”
“Why not?”
Kyle sat down on the step of the truck. “Well, I don’t think you can mail things to heaven.”
“Why? Couldn’t you send it up in an airplane? I want God to read what I think about his book, just like authors down here.”
Letting out his breath, Kyle gazed at the envelope, as if trying to puzzle out what they could do with the situation. “Well, I’ll take it to the post office, and see if we can mail it for you.”
“Really, Kyle?”
Kyle got to his feet. “Sure. I’ll try.”
Getting into the truck, Kyle watched as Hailey waved and ran back towards her house. Stuffing the rest of the mail from her parents’ mailbox into the back of the truck, he drove down the street.
When he arrived at the post office, the letter to God was on the top of the stack of mail. Carrying the various envelopes through the double doors of the office, he smiled at his girlfriend, Laura, who worked at the front desk. “Hailey Arnolds, from Oak Drive, asked me to mail this.”
Laura took the envelope and read the address. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing. It’s your job to send stuff on its way.”
Kyle went back out the door for the rest of the mail, and Laura scratched her forehead, unsure of what to do. When her boyfriend came back through the door, she hurried over to him. “Kyle, how on earth am I supposed to send a letter to God?”
Kyle shrugged. “I don’t know. Hailey really wanted it sent, though, and I can’t say no to her.”
“But we can’t actually send this!”
“Why not? Just get it to the airport, and have the mail plane take it up.”
Laura put her hands on her hips. “Then what?”
“Well, then it’s up to the guy driving the plane.” Kyle grinned. “Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?”
-***-
Walking up to the mail plane office, Laura felt silly. She knocked on the door, and waited in the wind until the postman opened the door.
“Yes?”
“I have a special delivery for the mail plane. It’s a letter from a six year old little girl named Hailey Arnolds,” Laura said, holding out the letter. “I need to make sure it actually gets sent.”
“As long as it has the correct stamps for its weight, it should be fine,” the man muttered, taking the letter. He squinted his puffy eyes at the address. “Hey, what is going on? We can’t mail this.”
Laura felt a touch of anger. “You said as long as it had the correct stamps for its weight, it should be fine. Is the envelope too heavy?”
“No, but you can’t send a letter to heaven! It isn’t possible!” The man blew out his lips in frustration. “We cannot mail this. I don’t even know if God exists, and you’re asking me to mail Him a letter?”
“Well, I’m not sure either,” Laura said, folding her arms, “but a little girl from our town wants this sent very much. You can try!”
The man rubbed at the envelope with his thumb. “Fine. I can try, but I can’t promise that this can actually get to its destination! It’ll probably end up the ocean.”
“Thank you!” Laura smiled and ran back to her car. The man watched her go, then shook his head. “Hey Art, you have one more letter to take on your flight!”
Art came out of the break room, holding his everlasting cup of coffee. “Okay, let me have it. I’m about to get going... whoa, what is with the address, Harold?”
Harold sighed. “Some little six year old girl wants to mail God a letter.”
Sitting down at the table, Art tossed the envelope in his hands. “How am I supposed to deliver this?”
Harold sat down across from him and scratched his nose. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t know how to get something to somebody who probably doesn’t exist.”
“I think God exists,” Art said. “But I don’t think you can send Him letters.”
“Maybe you can just throw it out the plane window and see what happens.”
Art sucked in the underside of his lip. “It’s probably just going to land in the ocean, or in someone’s tree.” He stood up, grabbed his coat, and waved at Harold. “See you. I’ll tell you what happens when I get back.”
“What are you expecting to happen?”
“I don’t know.” Art wiggled his mouth. “Bye.”
-***-
Art made sure his plane was steady, then picked the envelope from off the floor. Will it ever reach heaven? Can it even reach heaven? Would God answer if it did?
Opening his window, Art stuck his head out, read the address one last time, and threw the envelope up as hard as he could. It stayed on the breeze for a few seconds, then began to drift down towards the earth.
Art sighed. “Too bad for the little girl. I didn’t think that could work.” Shutting his window, he continued flying as Hailey’s letter fell slowly down to the ground. A bird flew into it, squawked, and flew on, and the letter to God drifted into a rosebush.
As Mason waked out of his house, he saw the envelope stuck between the flowers and thorns, and pulled it free. “What in the world is this? A letter to God?”
Walking back inside, he sat down in the living room and copied the return address onto a new envelope, then took out a piece of paper and began to write.
Dear  Hailey,
My name is Mason Turbed. I found your letter in my rosebush today, and I want to help with your endeavour.
You were trying to send a letter to God, right? Well, I’m sorry, but that isn’t possible. We can’t reach heaven, or send things to it. Not even all people go to heaven. I’m sure you've heard it said that everyone goes to heaven, but only some people do. Only those who are saved, bought with the blood of Jesus Christ, go to heaven one day.
Anyway, aside from that, you cannot mail God a letter. But, if you are saved, there is something else you can do to communicate with God. It’s easier then using a paper and pencil, and you don’t have to pay for a stamp. You can pray to Him. If you are saved, God will listen to everything you say, and He’s never too busy, or not within hearing distance.
Hailey, prayer is our way to communicate with God while on this earth. No, you won’t physically hear any answers from God. But sometimes He answers by granting what you ask, or perhaps by not granting.
Another way to hear what He has to say is by reading His Word, the Bible. I think people have called it His letter to us. We can’t send a letter to heaven, but we can read the one God wrote for us before we were born.
I hope you don’t mind this letter, and I hope I haven’t sounded rude. I’m going to pray for you, Hailey. And just because you can’t send letters to God doesn’t mean you can’t write them. Writing prayer is the same as speaking it.
And if you’re saved-- a child of God-- He will hear you.
Sincerely,
Mason Turbed
Mason folded his letter, readied it for the mail, and sat down by the window. “Dear Lord,” he prayed, “please open Hailey’s eyes, if they are not already opened, to see You clearly. Please help her to draw near to You, and please help me to do the same. Please bless and help all the people who tried to deliver this letter, and show them Your truth. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.”

The End

4 comments:

bedtimebear bear said...

this was beautiful.

Molly said...

Thank you!

Savana Martin said...

Molly, you have a talent for writing short stories with a lot of meaning!

Molly said...

Savana: Aww, thank you so much!