A postal clerk was assigned to process all the mail that came in with illegible or incorrect addresses. One day, a letter for God arrived. It had no real address, just "To God, General Delivery," written with a shaky hand. The clerk opened it to see what it was about:
Dear God,

I am an 83-year-old widow living on a very small pension.

Yesterday, someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I've invited two of my friends over for dinner.

I have no family to turn to. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. You are my only hope.

Can you please help me?

Sincerely,

Edna

The clerk was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her pocket and came up with a few dollars. By the time he had finished making the rounds, he'd collected $96, which he put into an envelope and sent to Edna. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the old lady and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.

Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter addressed to God arrived. All the workers gathered around to read it:
Dear God,

How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?

Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day, and I told my friends of your wonderful and timely blessing.

By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it might have been those bastards at the post office.

Sincerely,

Edna