Request for Transfer
To: Commander and Chief Spiritual Armed Forces, Jesus Christ
Dear Lord;
I am writing this to You to request a transfer to a desk job. I
herewith present my reasons:
I began my career as a private, because of the intensity of the battle
You have quickly moved me up in the ranks. You have made me an officer and
given me a tremendous amount of responsibility. there are many soldiers and
recruits under my charge. I am constantly being called upon to dispense
wisdom, make judgments, and find solutions to complex problems. You have
placed me in a position to function as an officer, when in my heart I know I
have only the skills of a private. I realize that You have promised to
supply all I would need for the battle.
But Sir, I must present You a realistic picture of my equipment. My
uniform, once so crisp and starched, is now stained with tears and blood of
those I have tried to assist. The soles of my boots are cracked and worn
from the miles I have walked trying to enlist and encourage the instructed
troops. My weapons are marred, tarnished and chipped from constant battle
against the enemy. Even the Book of Regulations I was issued has been torn
and tattered from endless use. The words are now smeared.
You have promised You would be with me throughout, but when the noise
the battle is so loud and the confusion is so great, I can neither see
nor hear You. I feel so alone. I'm tired. I'm discouraged. I have Battle
Fatigue. I would never ask You for a discharge. I love being in Your
service. But I humbly request a demotion and transfer. I'll file papers or
clean latrines.
Just get me out of the battle--please, Sir.
Your Faithful, but tired, Warrior.
