They say in heaven it won’t matter. All our questions will either be answered or won’t need to be asked. But we are inquisitive by nature. God gave us minds; surely He expects us to use them. We contemplate:
- How do you know the difference between partly cloudy and partly sunny?
- How can something be both ‘new’ and ‘improved’?
- What is another word for thesaurus?
- What do you pack Styrofoam in when shipping it?
- Which baby is the cutest?
The last one is simple. Just ask first, whose baby is it?
A great number of questions are not easy. Some of the questions will never be answered. Some of the answers are indecipherable or beyond our capacity to understand. Some we just don’t want to know. Most of the big questions always seem to start with ‘why?’
Most of those come out of hearts in agony, confusion, doubt, and grief. We either want an explanation or some way to cope. We want to shake our fist at something or someone. I wish it were not true but suffering happens … to all of us sooner or later.
Yet suffering can accomplish at least two things. It can push us away or draw us close. We reject the platitudes, the bumbling attempts to soothe our pain or we value the “just-being-there” of people who choose to let their presence speak.
I like what Kallistos Ware wrote: “It is not the task of Christianity to provide easy answers to every question, but to make us progressively aware of a mystery. God is not so much the object of our knowledge as the cause of our wonder.”
As my life journey continues, I’ve learned that the more I live the less I know. There are more questions than ever. But there is also a calming of my spirit to trust God with the answers. I hope I keep asking but I also hope I keep trusting.