Life is full of questions; this has never been in doubt. From my earliest recollections, I can remember hearing and asking questions. What about this? Why that? Is your story really true? How does this happen? Why is life not fair?
The list of questions became endless. As soon as one batch found their answers more popped up! I love the “why” phase that every kid goes through. In retrospect it is clear that we did not readily believe anyone’s answer, even our parents. We just kept asking questions, listening to answers, asking more questions, comparing the new set of answers with old, and then looked forward to the next round of Q&As. I believe the endless questions were part of our thirst to know who created us, why, and for what purpose.
As I’ve grown older I find that interesting people still ask questions. Usually their approach is not quite as direct; the questions are there if you are on the watch for them. The irony is that I think we often forget the ongoing questions process of our childhood. It is as if we find the answer in itself, if it fits our logic, validates the person giving the answer.
Stated another way; when people answer our questions as we think they should be answered we both believe the response and implicitly apply more trust to the relationship. Those who are “street-wise” filter a bit but not much. The warning to all of us is very blunt.
“Prayerful answers come from God-fearing people; the wicked are sewers of abuse.” (Proverbs 15.28)
Do I have any idea of where my answers to life’s questions are coming from? Am I filling in the blanks through Hollywood sources? Do I get answers from the trends of the day? Are my values determined by the fashion of the moment?
My questions are not statements of judgment. I believe God uses all sources. My point is this; God gives each three things; the gift of restoration, a guardian angel, and the Presence to teach and guide. This answers everything.
