I've learned to love questions. Mostly because I'm ignorant about so, so many things. While I used to be bothered by not having answers... embracing my questions has given me peace. You see, it's really, truly a downer when I've tried to comprehend those things for which God has not given me revelation. My friends, this is the source of much useless theology. We persist in our attempts to explain that which has no explanation, especially in times of crisis.
After a bad diagnosis, we are faced with a fiery test of our faith. A war takes place between the scientific reality of an apparent condition, and the spiritual reality of our blessed health. Living with both realities is NOT easy. This is where the questions begin. How? Why? WHEN?
These questions are only okay when asked in the correct context: God IS Good! If I allow any question to challenge His goodness, it is not safe. At the pool of Bethesda, Jesus healed one and only one was healed. Scripture celebrates the healing of the one. Were this to take place today, the news reporters would be interviewing everyone else around the pool. It is not okay to gauge God's heart based upon what He has NOT done. We must come to the place where we can say, "Lord, my faith in you is not dependent upon You answering this question." It is impossible to have a peace that surpasses all understanding when we are not willing to forfeit our right to understand.
