Lately, I find myself asking questions about life, the universe, God. These days, I am often struggling to believe–nursing my limping faith as I attempt to hobble along. Sometimes, I’m not even sure I’m on a path at all, let alone the right one. I used to think I might be the only one with these doubts and questions. But I know I’m not alone, and I am comforted by the fact that whatever I ask, I cannot shock God. He’s heard it all before, in thousands of ways, in all kinds of languages. When I realized this, I also came to understand something else: I think we may be asking the wrong questions.
I am going to try to put into words the jumble of thoughts in my head. Bear with me, come along for the ride if you like. Ask your own tough questions, don’t be afraid. I may not have the answers, and my faith may be as small as a mustard seed, but I do know that God is not intimidated by our questions. He welcomes them, embraces them, and holds us close. Come, let us feast together.