“Central to the Christian experience is the art of questioning God.”

FULL STOP! Right?! When I first hear this statement while listening to Rob Bell’s Velvet Elvis on CD, I stopped dead in what I was doing to listen. What the heck could this guy possibly mean? The art of questioning God. I thought that there was no questioning. Sure I take moments to sit down and talk stuff out with myself, but I alway feel so lowly for having gone to that place of having to process God, not just take what it says.

Rob Bell had started with several examples such as Moses and David, and then he even showed how in his final moments, Jesus, the very incarnation of God, questioned the Father with “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

Fortunately for my little brain, Mr. Bell continued with some of the best news I have ever heard in my Christian walk.

“Not belligerent, arrogant questions that have no respect for our Maker. Naked, honest, vulnerable, raw questions arising out of the awe that comes from engaging the Living God.”

How awesome is that?! When I get to that point when I’m so confused and lost and grasping at straws, it’s perfectly ok for me to ask those questions of why and how and I don’t understand. Because that’s the relationship God wants to have with me. He wants me to constantly be searching deeper inside His Word, to know Him more, and to be real with him.

How stupid of me is that? To pretend to have all the answers in front of The God of everything, who is everywhere and who knows all? Of course I should probe and ask. Of course I should fall down at his throne, sob and confess to not having any strength left in my faith. Of course I’m going to need to question God, who He is and what He does because there is no way that my mind could ever wrap around it.

I don’t know how anyone could ever say that a Christian walk is closed minded and binding. I don’t have to take it blindly. I can ask and explore as much as I need to. The freedom is overwhelming.


One comment to “Not your average game of 20 questions”

  1. Denese

    Ahhhh, the asking and the exploring…the questioning and the searching…the pressing in…He reveals Himself here. Not in my timing, not according to what I expect, or want. I do not control my relationship with God any more than I can control a relationship with someone else. There are two of us who are relating to one another and He knows me inside and out while I feel as if I am always just scratching at the surface of who He is. Exploring God and my relationship with Him is life at its core, at its richest. But there’s just no way to understand it, it’s just got to be lived out.


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