For many years, I lived a safe and tethered life-- loving my creator and the world, until I was introduced to my first philosophy class.  Little by little, I started to feel smarter than the creator of all things; so smart that I started to question and test my God. What kind of God -lets children starve? -lets people get sick and die? -lets bad things happen to good people? The innocent faith of the child that lived in me was confronted with questions too large. My God-fearing parents prayed for me. And then, I wrote God a Dear John letter.