Angry Conversations with God CONTEST

My insanely talented friend, Susan Isaacs, has her book, Angry Conversations with God, being released next week.  Susan and the Publishing Company are interested in hearing about issues you might have had with God.

SO post in the comments your angriest conversations with God and/or if you could ask God anything what would you want to ask Him?  The top 5 winners will receive a free copy of her book!  SO come on friends... show me what you got! Hah.  :)

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Angry Conversations with God

A Brilliant Memoir by Susan Isaacs

Susan is pissed at God, really pissed.  She is 40, homeless, jobless, all her acting friends have become famous and her career has tanked.  Then, the icing on the cake, when she sees the man she was going to marry locking lips with his new girl at a hot dog stand in Central Park. She decides she is done and needs to confront Him,  God that is.  And no, this isn't a one-time petition on her knees, 'wham bam thank you Man' confrontation.  Oh no, it's much bigger than that.  She and God need to talk, big time, because He just isn't pulling his weight in their relationship.  Deciding there is really only one thing to do, she takes Him to counseling because ultimately she just doesn't get how He thinks.  Everything always has to be His way, He's always right, never on time, and the worst of it, sometimes when she talks to Him, He just decides He isn't going to answer, like for years.  This is it, make up or break up time demanding an intervention from an outside force, a therapist.

And hence, the hilarious journey begins where Susan sits with Rudy, the psychologist with an edge of Jeff Bridges in The Big Lebowski, and retells her story on how there is a major communication problem between her and God and that He hasn't really been that 'present' in the relationship.  And He does show up, God that is.

This is a bold book that is so painfully real at times I would go from anger to loud gut laughs that bruised my tummy.  Susan executes something very rare and authentic in her memoir, what most of us won't, by confronting God with the questions that keep many of us far from Him.  Susan is aware that her problems aren't like Darfur, but they are her problems and very real to her.

Ultimately many of us are like Susan and we won't admit it.  We have frustrations and disappointments with God and blame Him as the source of our crisis.  The difference, she confronts Him instead of holding grudges and talking behind His back.  But, I'd say, through this book, we are offered the best scenario.  We experience confronting God without really doing so as Susan does all the hard work for us.  We get to just be a fly on the wall trying hard to keep our laughs and tears discreet in hopes no one will notice, we too, are in the room constantly surprised albeit psyched that she has the cohunes to say it all out loud to God with no fear.

Saturday Night Live at The Convalescent Home

Last night we took my grandparents out for their 68th anniversary.  If you met Viola and Rhett, you wouldn't think they were almost 90 yrs. of age.  

My grandmother still does aerobics 2 times a week, while also taking on lead roles in plays written by a fellow neighbor in their convalescent home.  The last play I went to see, she was running for President.  I had expected to show up and experience this cheesy albeit cute play, probably similar to the feeling a parent gets watching their 8 year old on stage for the first time in a christmas choir concert.  

I asserted that the theme would include old folks sitting around a table playing Gin Rummy or Bingo.  But, it was so far from that.  I raced out of work trying to get there on time and when I arrived breathless, I found the sight before me chilling.  The room was a squished mass of wheel chairs and hearing aids, yet there was an excitement in the air as they watched with thrill and resounding applause and laughter at this story of Viola Hall running for President.  Several in the crowd actually waved large signs perched on sticks, "Vote for Viola".   It was like I was watching Saturday Night Live meets a town meeting during the primaries, but exclusively for old folks.  

And there she was my grandmother.  She had gone to the beauty parlor that day as her shiny gray locks folded in curls perfectly while her eyes were wide with energy and her body moving in her typical sassy manner.  She was beautiful, hitting every beat and embellishing the audience before her.  She loved every minute in front of an audience.  She often speaks of the one time she was cast in the community play in her teens and how the show got cancelled and she never got past just rehearsals.  Here she was, centuries later, having an opportunity to live a lost dream.  

I was moved that such smart, creative talent could still be captured in old bones.  This play, smack dab during the Palin controversy, was relevant, caddy and brought many in the room, me included to tears of laughter.  I was inspired by the precious spirits that surrounded me.  And, I was encouraged that my life ahead could be consistently filled with love, laughter and lots of creativity.  

Ah.  So back to them, Viola and Rhett.  There we were in the midst of our Outback Steak, my grandmother is addicted to their Blooming Onion appetizer, dinner and my grandmother leans across the table and asks my grandad, "So honey do you think we will make it to 70 years?".  And without a bat of an eye, he grudgingly looks at her and says, "70? Darling at least 78!".  Oh my heart, my entire body got warm all over.  

It's a wonder that marriages barely get past 3 years let alone 70.  Yet, there is something so sacred between two people who have stuck it out through thick and thin for that length of time. They look at each other adoringly and anticipate the others' needs on a momentary basis.  They embody the true definition of what God envisioned when he created marriage, two really becoming one.   I wish they weren't such a rarity.  But feel so blessed to have such an example in my life.  To Viola and Rhett.. happy 68th.. and here is to at least 10 more!