Little Devin came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted.  “Mom, I want a bike for my birthday.”

 

Littl Devin was a bit of a troublemaker.  Devin’s mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday.

 

 Little Devin, of course, thought he did.

 

 

His mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his behavior over the last year and write a letter to God and tell him why he deserved a bike for his birthday. Little Devin stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.

 

 

LETTER 1:

“Dear God,  I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday.  I want a red one.  Your friend, Devin.”

 

He knew this wasn’t true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.

 

LETTER 2:

“Dear God,  This is your friend Devin. I have been a pretty good boy this year, and I would like a red bike for my birthday.  Thank you, Devin”

 

He knew this wasn’t true either. He tore up the letter and started again.

 

LETTER 3:

“Dear God,  I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike for my birthday. Devin”

 

He knew he could not send this letter to God either, so he wrote another letter.

 

LETTER 4:

“Dear God,  I know I haven’t been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good boy if you just send me a red bike for my birthday.  Thank you, Devin.”

 

 

Devin knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike. 

 

 

By now, he was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to go to church. Devin’s mother knew her plan worked because Devin looked very sad.

 

“Just be home in time for dinner,” his mother said.

 

Devin walked down the street to the church and up to the altar.

 

 He looked around to see if anyone was there.

 

He picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary and slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into his house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. 

 

 Devin began to write his letter to God

 

 

LETTER 5:

“I GOT YOUR MOM

IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN,

SEND THE RED BIKE.

Signed, YOU KNOW WHO”