- Only one type of cat lives in a group and it is _________.
- The first state to ratify the constitution was _________.
- The first female doctor was _____________.
- Why do hummingbirds hum? (No, it isn't, he he, that they don't know the words)
- The movement to get women the right to vote began in 1848. How many years did it take to achieve it?
- How many stripes are on the American flag?
- What Midwestern city adds coco to it's famous chili and what is the brand name?
Stop right now and write down the answers. No peeking as I've put them at the very bottom. I'll send a small gift card to whomever gets the most right first. (You can only play in the next 48 hours!) You are all on the honor system.
That was a long prelude to what this post is really about -- that "Why?" question. Even more than knowing useless bits of trivia, I like to understand the why of things. I like to know why it works and why you don't do it this other way. I like to know why things need to be this way rather than that way. I don't know that I actually pestered my parents so much with the questions. (I would have gotten immediate consequences if I had not had immediate obedience.) But, to the extent I was able, there was a quest for "Why?"
Even today, "why" still comes into play. Please don't tell me to do something without explaining the reason behind it. In my mind, comprehension is everything.
I don't think I'm that far off from a lot of people. I may do it more than most in day to day interactions, but when the really big things happen, we all find ourselves asking "Why?"
November 2006 I started dating Bill. After the first date, we pretty much saw each other every day. We hit a rough patch the end of March, but I anticipated getting back together. I didn't think it was a forever break. I thought we both needed to get our bearings. After all, we had been moving pretty fast over the last several months -- to the point that we had spoken of marriage. Bill had vowed, "I'd marry you tomorrow if you'd let me."
The middle of April Bill suffered an aortic aneurysm. His gentle heart split open. They managed to do surgery and he lingered a few days, but he never truly came around. I got to talk to him and pray with him in a one-sided kind of way, but we never had the final conversation that I longed for.
When it first happened I went to a grief support group for a time. Eventually, I needed it less and less. But tonight I went back. That year anniversary is coming quickly and I don't want to be caught off guard. Anniversaries can be tricky to navigate.
Lots of people in the room had much more recent losses than mine -- November, December, January. And several expressed "why" questions. "Why so quickly?" "Why with all the medical advances?" "Why wasn't I there at the very end? I only left for a moment."
It was interesting because everyone in the room tonight expressed some type of faith. That hasn't always been the case. I came away thinking that "why" questions have their merits, but the better question is "Who?"
- Who walked this earth and is intimately acquainted with our grief? (Isaiah 53:3)
- Who wept when His friend died? (John 11:35)
- Who comforts those who walk through the valley of the shadow of death? (Psalm 23)
- Who prepares a table before us in the presence of our enemies? (Psalm 23)
- Who has compassion on the heavy laden? (Matthew 11:28)
- Who rejoices over us with singing? (Zephaniah 3:17)
Knowing the "why" pales in comparison of knowing the WHO that is Jesus who has welcomed our loved ones home and stands with arms open wide to comfort us in our grief as we wrestle with the "why". Just as Katy snuggles in close to me, we can snuggle into Jesus.
Amy
And I was serious about that small gift card! Leave me those answers..... and then check to see if you are right!
Answers:
1. Lions 2. Delaware 3. Elizabeth Blackwell 4. It's the sound that their wings make from moving so fast. 5. 72 years with the first legal voting happening in 1920 6. 13 -- one for each of the original colonies 7. Cincinnati's Skyline Chili -- very yummy. Of course, I grew up on it . . . .
Comments (2)
I've said it before, but it bears repeating: you have the wisdom born of suffering. Your exchange of "Why" for "Who" is brilliant. I'm going to remember that one.
A thought about Jesus weeping. I think he is tearing up for more than just his friend's death. After all, he's about to resurrect him! He could have easily said, "Dry your tears, Mary; watch this." But, even though he knew he was about to wipe clean their grief, he stops and weeps. I've asked myself why. And I think it's that he is grieving for the presence of death in general. I think he's looking at the mourners and knowing the way life was meant to be and he is shedding a tear for how cruel and unnecessary death is.
This means much to me because he's not simply entering into personal grief, he's reacting to the "why" that we all feel when someone dies. Why does it have to be this way? Jesus knows the beginning and the end, but he still takes time to weep over how messed up things are in the middle. Right where we are.
Oh, I loved what you said about "who", and I agree with the above comment. You have wisdom born of suffering. It seems that's pretty much how we get wisdom. One reason I'm a Christian is that God can always bring something good out of something seemingly "bad". May I just encourage you to keep growing, living, loving. God is good! Blessings on your day.
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