Some kids in starched white shirts and skinny ties came to my door to say that God forgives me. Jesus, too. "Really?" I said. "I havent done anything that should require forgiveness from God or any other higher deity, or even catch their attention. In fact, God should be begging my forgiveness because He is the cause of all the pain and horror in the world. He created this mess; yet, He stands by smirking while we suffer murder, disease, famine and any number of unpleasant occurrences. There is genocide, climate change, wars and rumors of wars--yet the Big Guy continues with his hide & seek routine. Truth be told, the whole thing seems rather sketchy." They seemed a bit uncertain and perplexed. They were still standing there when I bid them good day and closed the door.