It’s Sunday, April 1 and I, Louise Lewinski, am sitting here at my desk with pen in

hand.  As instructed, I am waiting for God to show up to help me write an important term paper.

I’m a senior at Sacred Hearts Academy in Saint Cloud, Minnesota and my grades haven’t been very good this year. In fact, I’m failing my religion and philosophy classes. So when the good Sister Beatrice gave us this assignment – to write about our personal relationship with God – I thought this just might be the break I need, a chance to turn my grade around.

I was so enthusiastic. I went directly to the library where I found Neale Donald Walsch’s

books “Conversations with God.” I read all three of them. According to this nice fellow Walsch, contacting God is simple – just ask a question and God will answer it. Supposedly there’ll be so much to talk about, I’ll never stop writing.

Well, it’s been ten days and so far, no response. I’m feeling pretty gwoppie – that’s Polish for stupid. Spring break is almost over, my paper is due in one week and I’m starting to really stress. A whole new constellation of acne has appeared on my face.

Could it be that it’s not possible to contact God this way anymore? I mean pen and paper

might be too old-fashioned. Maybe God wants to be contacted on the Internet like everyone else. I wonder if he uses G mail. (Is that what the G stands for?) I was about to try  friending him on Facebook when the door bell rang.

It was Todd.

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