Dear Man,

I want to congratulate you on becoming God. I had my doubts that you could do it but the evidence is clear that you have made the grade.

You are able to part the waters, destroy whole cities (just like Gomorrah of old!), move mountains, turn night into day, and make the desert bloom just to name a few of your tricks, but what really convinced me that you've become God is that you have satellites that allow you to see everything that goes on everywhere! You truly are omnipotent and just a squeak away from omniscience.

A big pat on the back, 'cause you've done it all yourself.

But I want to caution you.

As you know, the old God was a power that you hoped had you in mind, wanted good things for you, provided for you, forgave you, loved you, would welcome you to heaven, etc. etc.

Now that God wasn't physical, He didn't have any needs at all, but you do, and how! There isn't anything you don't want either now or in the future, and more of everything too.

All the earth trembles before your might. You kill millions of animals and plants without a thought. Not only that but you put some of them in concentration camps, all packed in just to live for your tummy. When they do wrong, like a shark or bear attacking you, whoa! you are quick to kill rather than understand. You already are designing changes in living things to suit your purpose and you are eager to design changes even in yourself. Cuidado, por favor!

Keep in mind that the earth was here long before you and that you were provided for like all other life long before your promotion to God. Remember your family and where you came from.

Remember that you considered the old God far above you in power, justice, wisdom and might. Now you are in the same position with respect to all other life, and not because you were elected by popular plant and animal demand.

So be the kind of God you always wanted the old God to be and think of where you would be if the old God had been just a hungry tummy, a pair of covetous eyes and and grasping hands with you as only a tool for His pleasure, not to mention a possible source of lunch.