Do you ever wonder why? By that I mean, why do bad things happen? Why are people starving, why isn’t there peace? Why aren’t we ALL free? Free from persecution, free from abuse, blah blah blah..
Why doesn’t the all powerful God step in and help? Why does he watch while we suffer?
I’ve wondered why a lot, more than wondered- I’ve demanded, shouted, pleaded to know why.
My wonderful friend has warned me many times of the dangers of asking why.It is a dangerous question, because it has no real answer. Asking it isn’t all that helpful, it has never got me anywhere except further into the depths of despair and loneliness.
Who am I to ask why anyhow? Who am I to question God?
So where does that leave me?
Surprisingly (to me at least), that’s left me with the (shaky, if I’m honest!) foundations of trust and faith, a deeper need to have God in my life, a desire to get to know him better, to seek comfort in his presence.