I’ve Got Questions

I’ve got questions about how God works!  Actually, I’ve got lots of them but only one on my mind this morning.

I am privileged to be in a Bible study group of eight men.  I have, by far, the most life experience.  Not measured in a variety of events but in the sheer number of them.  These men are why I attend the church I do.  Our group of eight men is one of a bunch of groups just like ours.  My church is anointed with men who chase after God with diligence.

Last night one of the men told a story about one time in his life where he knows God’s angels protected him and his family.  They were on a road trip in Indiana and had stopped to refuel and stretch.  When it came time to load up and get back on the road, his daughter said, “We can’t leave yet.”  When he asked the reason they could not leave, she could not state why they shouldn’t leave.  They just could not leave yet.  As they stood there, a car pulled out of the parking lot heading in their intended direction and soon passed out of sight behind a growth of trees and a curve. There was the sound of a great collision.  Upon investigation, a tractor-trailer going the opposite direction veered to the opposite lane and collided with the car that had just left the parking lot.  My friend ran to render what assistance he could and then began to thank God for his protection.  Obviously, now years later he is still praising God.  I would be doing the same.

Here is my question, “Where were God’s angels for the other car?”  “Where were they for the truck driver?”  Did God love my friend and his family more than the people he created and were in the first car?

This is not a question you have not already considered.  You may have concluded that God does not exist because the evidence of Christianity just seems to be a bunch of myths and superstitions. Or, you push the question out of your mind and refuse to consider it because asking it means you have no, or little, or flawed “faith.”

I have come to understand such questions are vital to my spiritual development.  If we do not ask, we will not know.  If we do not search we will not find.  When you have a pain in your chest, do you not ask, “Why? What does this mean?”  Your local cemetery has a small plot of earth reserved for young and aged people who do not ask these two questions of their doctor. 

No, I do not have an answer for where God was for the trucker and the other driver and their grieving families.  But I choose, I choose, to become lost in the wonder of a mysterious God who is love even when His rebellious creation is loveless, confused, and distracted by their lesser love and loves.

I cannot explain God in a way which takes away all His mystery.  His mystery is part of His majesty and serves to propel me to worship.  Though there are questions I probably will never get answers, I will keep on asking these kinds of questions. 

For the followers of Jesus Christ, the seeking for truth is more important than the answers we have already acquired.  Fresh growth produces fresh evidence of life. You can never settle in a land you have not explored.  The exploration is the adventure.