No one can pigeon-hole You; but I’d like to tell You how I see You. I do not see You as a God who is intertwined with and bent forward and backward by doctrine, dogma, tradition and law. Many people who love You very much do see You this way. I think the greatest barrier to understanding even the tiniest shred of Your essence is our constant penchant for taking an anthropocentric view of You. All the human analogies that are meant to help fall miserably short. Even in its most eloquent bouquets of verbosity our language fails to grasp Your awesome simplicity. We insist on making You complicated. That You are, indeed, the very ground of all love is the mysterious but simple core of my understanding of You. That You are merciful and forgiving and the source of all hope is, though incomprehensible in the light of human foibles and pettiness, a keystone to the way I think of You. Also, You are a personal friend with whom I imagine a mutual relationship of such supreme exclusivity that it becomes a personal source of selfish jealousy. You care how I love You. You wait and hope for the times I think of You and talk to You. You look at my faith and wonder. I wish You would write me letters telling me how You see me. I guess that would be easy since all my pigeon-holes are obvious.