Through the Ceiling

I used to think God was mad at me. How can a so-called loving God put up with someone as bad as me? I never did care much if he loved me or not, I just wanted things to go my way. If they didn’t go my way, I figured God didn’t care that much about me. Maybe he’d care if I did missionary work in Africa. Heck, before AA, I didn’t care about others either, unless there were strings attached.