Dear God, as you will be aware, as I understand you miss nothing, I am getting older and, let's face facts, in the big scheme of things, a blink of your eye, it won't be long before I join you in that place you have prepared for me. I fully realise that it's going to be great and I'm going to be happy for evermore and all that, so what I am going to say next may come across as being a bit petty and irrelevant. But I believe it was your Son who said that we should live life in the moment and he was usually right about such things. So I'm going to say it and damn the consequences. It's like this, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind sorting it out so that I can be a parish priest again before I die and for a long enough period for me to feel that all the work and disappointment and set-backs and tears etc. etc. have been worthwhile and that I have actually achieved something in life. I know, because people have told me, that I have achieved some good stuff in my life already, and thanks for that, but great as that is, none of it has been what I really had my heart set on. I know it's greedy and unrealistic to have everything you want in life so how about this: I'll forego winning the Euromillions lottery for the parish priest job as long, that is, that the parish priest job is paid. If you can't manage this then, although it would be in no way a satisfying substitute, giving me the winning ticket in the lottery would, I am sure, help to take my mind off the disappointment. Your foolishly faithful servant. Jonathan. Amen.