I’m Starting to Question God

Erik Cooper —  May 12, 2011 — Leave a comment

I don’t think it’s any secret that I’m mechanically challenged. Currently, I’m dealing with three major issues around my house:

  1. The sensor on my garage is broken, forcing us to shut the door by hand.
  2. The pilot light on my hot water heater only stays lit for about a half hour.
  3. My gas trimmer won’t start (and really, who’s does?)

All of these are things any red-blooded American man should know how to fix easily, right? (while simultaneously playing catch with his son and watching MMA on pay-per-view).

I might as well be prepping molecules for nuclear fission (if that’s even a real thing).

But I struggle to ask. To admit I’m confused. Real men fix stuff, but somewhere along the way I’m pretty sure I missed that class. It’s less embarrassing to shut the garage door by hand, to take cold showers, and to let the grass along my fence line begin to look like Don King’s hairline.

But by not asking, I’m also not learning (and really starting to irritate my wife).

I fear we can do the same thing with God.

There’s a brand new school in the IPS Magnet program opening just up the street from CityCom. The principle is part of our church community, so we’ve had an up-close look at some of the subtle nuances of educational philosophy. Charity Dye is a “Center for Inquiry,” a concept that has moved away from simply presenting information, and focuses instead on the art of asking good questions.

What if we encouraged people to do the same thing with God?

The greatest transformation I’ve seen in our church community, comes from people who ask good questions. Not cynical, caustic, “prove you wrong questions.” Honest, sincere “I want to know Him” questions.

How was the Bible written?

Who was King David?

Why doesn’t Scripture seem to condemn slavery?

Was the fruit Adam & Even ate in the garden actually an apple?

How do I pray?

Yet sometimes I treat God like my garage door sensor. Like asking questions is a sign of weakness. A sign of doubt.

But questions mean we’re hungry. Questions mean we’re curious. And perhaps most importantly, questions place us in a posture of humility. God responds to humility.

Knowing God isn’t about knowing the most facts. Sometimes it’s about having the courage to ask the right questions. In fact, I might goes as far to say that if you’ve stopped asking, you’ve probably stopped growing.

What’s something you’ve been quietly wrestling with that perhaps you’ve been afraid to ask?

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