[ WP ] God is dead . You are responsible for the eulogy .

My hands were sweating as I looked across the crowded auditorium. I still had no idea why God had chosen me to write his eulogy. 
 
 “ What can I say? ” I spoke into the microphone, trembling. 
 
 I had not written anything. What could I possibly write? I had spent hours writing sentences and crossing them out. I had copied passages from famous authors, philosophical books and every religious text I could find. 
 
 “ What can I say about He who has given me so much? Yet, I know almost nothing of Him. ” 
 
 I struggled to find the right words. How could I describe a being who has been the source of so much joy and suffering in the world? 
 
 “ I loved Him in spite of His faults and He loved me in spite of mine. ” 

