I realized last night how comfortable I’ve become with saying “I don’t know”. The words are freeing; and so is the choice to not struggle with the “whys” behind it all.

 

It’s undeniable that horrible and senseless things happen in this world; and there are 24 available hours in everybody’s day to wonder why.

 

But it dawned on me that every single time I embrace my honest answer, “I don’t know”; then I am acknowledging a basic truth—God is God and I am not. And what a relief that is and what freedom it delivers.

 

I’m not supposed to know everything; and trying to explain things that I don’t know anything about gets me into murky places. Trying to speak for God, on something I don’t understand, is downright dangerous.

 

Just ask poor old Job; bless his heart. He lived right, but lost everything; and ultimately finally questioned God’s wisdom…and then experienced God’s response.

 

When roaring out of the whirlwind came the thundering voice of the eternal, holy, and incomprehensible God…

 

 

“Who is this that questions my wisdom

with such ignorant words?…

 

 

Where were you

when I laid the foundations of the earth?

Tell me, if you know so much.

 

 

Who determined its dimensions

and stretched out the surveying line?

 

 

What supports its foundations,

and who laid its cornerstone

 

 

as the morning stars sang together

and all the angels shouted for joy?

 

Job 38: 2; 4-7

 

Who, indeed?

 

Clarified in the presence of the invisible God.