Why?

Erik Cooper —  April 6, 2009 — Leave a comment

As children we’re naturally inquisitive.  We question everything.  Not out of doubt or distrust, but simply because experience has given us no point of reference.  So we ask…sometimes obnoxiously, often irritatingly…why? I can subliminally hear my 3 year old son pepperng me even now.  “Why daddy…why?  Daddy…why?  Why?  (Because I said so!  Every dad’s trump card, right?).

But somewhere along the line, most of us lose that curiosity and one of two things happens.  We either stop asking why and all of life becomes habitual, cultural, the norm.  Or we can’t find a good answer to why and cynicism and disillusionment overtake our sense of wonder.

Why do we go to church? Now there’s a great question that many of us have simply stopped asking.  We do it out of habit, out of ritual, out of obligation.  Our parents made us.  Our guilt drives us.  Culture overtakes intentionality and we no longer even ask the question.  We just do it…because…just because.

Or we just never found a good answer.  Watching others do something we see absolutely no reason for is a recipe for cynical skepticism.  Some of us live underneath layers of unanswered “why’s,” and they’ve made us cold, hard, and calloused.

God is not afraid of our why’s.  In fact, He wants us to ask them, dig into them, mine them out.  He loves our pursuit.  Have you stopped askingLost sight of a good answer?  Go ahead and ask it…why? You just might be surprised at the answers.

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