When you first became “real” in my life, God,
you hooked me with curiosity. But it wasn’t long
before I was told to dial back on the questions.
I remember the preacher laughing at my
heartfelt inquiries in the church kitchen. I wanted
to know why any of this mattered if you already
knew everything ahead of time. The preacher
shrugged my question off, told me to grab a
glazed donut, then sent me on my way. In time,
it became clear: Questioning signals a lack of faith,
a lack of faith in Scripture and in God. It reveals
a sense of irreverence. “God is sovereign,” I
would hear. “Leave that to him.” But that never quite
felt right. You were showing me much the opposite:
You draw me to you with questions. They’re gifts.
And you make marvelous things out of questions.
The truth is: A sovereign God surely cannot be afraid
of my questions. Moreover, it seems perfectly reasonable
that a sovereign God would use questions to lead
people to himself. All healthy curiosity points to you, God.
Thus, I’m thankful for the gift of questions. And I’m
grateful you’ve used them to get my attention and pull me
closer to you across the last several decades. Thank you.