Asking the Hard Questions

The other night during our family devotional, Claire asked a question that neither Keith nor I had an easy answer for. We had just started a new kids’ bible (I have this fetish of finding solid childrens’ bibles if anyone has suggestions. Some of them are absolute theological poo.). And we were reading the story of Adam & Eve, and at the end of the story, Claire asked us, “If God didn’t want them to eat from that tree, why did He put that tree in the garden?” Hmmmmm….How do you explain that to a 6 year-old?? (Or a 16 year-old? Or a 56 year-old?) Now Keith’s about to graduate from seminary and I’ll kick your butt in Bible Trivia any day of the week (bring it on!) , but that is not an easy question, people. I won’t bore you with our answer; that’s not the point. And get your own answer! But what I need to get off my chest here is how incredibly proud I was of my daughter at that moment–for thinking critically and for daring to ask one of the hard questions. She’s done it before, but this one was a biggie. I mean, that’s a really hard question! That question has gotten people in trouble, I’m sure. Lesser ones have gotten me in trouble anyway.

I think a lot of people are afraid of the hard questions, but above all, I think the “religious” people are afraid of them. I must confess, I didn’t learn to ask the hard questions in church. In fact, I would sadly say that I was perhaps quietly discouraged from asking them there. In high school, I had this crazy-awesome atheist teacher named Mr. McDowell who was legendary for picking on Christian students. He was AWESOME, to this day the best teacher I ever had. Urban legend was that he was a Sunday School teacher before he turned to the dark side. He asked the hard questions, some of them I absolutely could not even begin to answer as a teenager. I’ll never, ever forget his vivid word-picture of the Roman punishment of crucifixion; Mr. McDowell made me understand the price that Jesus paid for me, and I sat in his class with grateful tears in my eyes, just before he promptly snatched them up with the biting fact that thousands of people were crucified back then, and “so what?” if Jesus was too. Not an easy question for a 16 year-old, brand new Christian . I remember there being Christian adults, youth leaders in particular, who almost seemed to despise Mr. McDowell for how he tried to shake the Christians kids. But Mr. MacDowell did more for my faith than any of my Sunday School teachers. Rather than hide behind the easy “because He says so” answers, I started to ask the hard questions of God, not through a lens of contempt, but through one of faith. (That makes a whole lot of difference.) And over the years, the questions have just kept a’ comin’. My brain is a scary place. But when they come, I search out the Word of God, pray, read (a lot), and wait. Sometimes I find the answer I am hungry for. But I think more important even than that, I have also found the unshakable safe foundation called “because He says so.” Ironic, huh? Indeed, there are questions that we have to wait years to get answers for, aren’t there? (One of my all-time favorite book quotes–“There are years that ask questions, and years that answer them.” Name that book, smartie-pants friends!) And then there are the ones that we just won’t get answers for on this side of heaven. And you know what? I’ve become okay with that, even more than okay with it. But not from that place of generic complacency that plagues so many “religious folk.” You see, when I ask a question for which I can find no satisfying answer, I can just stretch out and rest on this bedrock: HE is much, much smarter than I am. And it certainly helps that I have become utterly convinced that He loves me and has my holiness and happiness in mind in His cosmic and daily dealings with me.

When Claire asked that very hard question, I practically jumped up and down with glee, in praise of her for the asking, then explained to her that there is no easy answer for that one, and encouraged her to keep asking those, because even when mom and dad don’t have the VBS-answers (and sometimes we won’t), there is Someone who does. And if she will dare to ask those questions of Him with a heart of faith, He will draw near to her and whisper His secrets in her ear, and rock her world as wonderfully as He has mine. (Thank you, Lord!)

It also makes me understand something suddenly. There have been times in my life when I asked those questions, and have been discouraged by church society for the asking. Was instead my Father in heaven feeling like I did when my precious Claire asked me an impossible question? (Inlove with her! Proud of her! Excited for her!) My eyes fill with tears and my heart with a daughter’s joy as I feel Him whisper that answer to me this morning…

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Lisa is a grateful, born-again follower of Jesus Christ who has spent her adult life on the Gospel in several global contexts. She is the wife of one wonderful, jungle-gym of a man, who is to her the single most ravishing piece of flesh on planet earth (stolen good-heartedly from Christine Caine). She is a dedicated home educator to their four beautiful children, ages 6 to 12, whom she would be happy to gush over any time. She is an avid reader and a storyteller, an aspiring writer, a missionary to the nations and a singer of His praises, a loyal friend, an obsessive-compulsive Googler, and comedienne extraordinaire on her best days. She would also like to think that she is a loyal and loving, truth-telling friend.
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6 Responses to Asking the Hard Questions

  1. Grandma & Grandpa $ says:

    Psssst, Claire…ask them where Mrs. Cain came from…

  2. Yvonne Harper says:

    Hi Lisa,

    So what was your answer?

    You know, I have found that the questions that seem to be the hardest really have the simplest answers. I think we just like to complicate it because the answers are so simple.

    Take for example the question: “But why did Jesus die for us?” The simple answer is “He loves us.” But because we are so finite, we can’t fathom the idea that one would willingly leave heaven, become a man, and willingly (and knowingly) give up His life for us. (And in such a horrific manner.)

    So in my opinion, it isn’t the questions nor the answers that are hard. It’s the accepting part that is hard.

    Good post!!

    Yvonne

  3. Hannah says:

    GREAT BLOG!! (And I’m LOVING the comment above!!) You make a really good point about asking the hard questions. Sadly, I take calls from people every day asking the hard questions, and I want to ask them why they aren’t asking their pastor or Sunday School teacher…guess you answered that for me. I will say though, you get the good with the bad. Growing up, I had several Sunday School teachers, pastors and mentors who rocked my world and weren’t afraid of the hard questions. Love ya Lisa, and I have missed your blogs…welcome back:-)

  4. RIO says:

    I think that’s an important part of growing in Faith. I think asking questions is just a way of expressing your doubt out loud. By doing that, I believe that you will always find the real answer in the end, no matter how long it may take!
    Thanks for the cool blog!

  5. Starr says:

    Great post. I think about Mr. McDowell sometimes when I’m tempted to become a “hover mother” or shelter my kids from anything that might offend my grown-up religious sensibilities. 🙂

  6. Marylne says:

    Don’t know the book but love the quote.

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