How many times have our kids asked us this one word question? In my case.. too many. “Why?” and “How?” were a regular part of my daughter’s vocabulary for years. But I also knew that my daughter had came by these words honestly.. and it was only fair. YUP.. I was (and probably always will be) a curious child. I ALWAYS wanted to know “Why?” or “How?” or “Where?” or “Who?” or “How much?” and even “What?!?”. I eventually learned to look these questions up myself (I LOVE google searches)… but I am sure it wasn’t before I had exasperated the patience of every adult around me.
I wanted to know EVERYTHING. Sometimes the answers were easy.. “Read the directions.” or “The encyclopedias are in the living room.” But just as often they weren’t easy to answer. I remember when I was young.. we had learned about dinosaurs at school. The teacher had said the dinosaurs had been extinct for THOUSANDS of years before humans “evolved”. Now.. I had been raised in a Christian home and I KNEW beyond a shadow of doubt that God was the Creator of all things.. and if the Bible said God made everything in creation in 6 days then I believed It. BUT.. how could they have proof? Scientific proof to PROVE something that wasn’t true. This was something that troubled me.. and it kept me up at night. So I asked my brothers.. They told me to ask my Mom… My Mom told me to ask my Dad.. and my Dad suggested we ask our Pastor.
Our Pastor Cash.. he was a wonderful man. He always had a smile or a laugh for us kids. And when he gave a sermon you could tell he believed every word he said. So.. I decided I would be brave and asked him… (AFTER ALL, I needed to know to survive). So on Sunday morning, after the sermon (a sermon I guarantee you that I didn’t hear one word of), I patiently stood in line to greet Pastor Cash, with a carefully rehearsed question on my lips. Now anyone who goes to church can easily envision this next scene. Each person in their turn, shook Pastor Cash’s hand, smiled and gave a short phrase of encouragement. These phrases were always short. Then they passed into the lobby and into their day of Rest. I knew my question would have to be short as well (yup.. this is what I was carefully preparing while the good Pastor was sharing the Word of God). The poor man had no idea what was in store for him. “Great sermon, Pastor Cash.” Hand shake. “Wonderful sermon today.” Hand shake. “God is so good,” Hand shake. “Beautiful day today, Pastor.” Hand shake. “Beautiful sermon, thank you.” Hand shake. “Pastor, If God made all creatures PLUS Adam and Eve on the 6th day, how can scientists have scientific proof that Dinosaurs had died 1000’s of years before the first man was created?” Silence…………… and then laughter. I know my cheeks burned. But before I could run and hide .. Pastor Cash took my nervous little hand between his two warm ones and smiled down at me. “The Bible says that a day and a thousand years are the same in God’s eyes.” (…or something similar.. hey.. that was 30 years ago..) I was so happy with that answer that I BARELY heard my Dad apologize to Pastor Cash for the unexpected attack of my question. And I barely heard the hearty laughter in reply or the assurance that it made his day. I was just so happy to have that mystery solved.
Now I have, since then, learned what the meaning of “waters from above”, the long life spans of man and beast alike, and the true impact of what the great flood meant in relation to dinosaurs. AND I have seen where scientists have found much more scientific proof as to the time frame of dinosaurs (or great lizards). Why? you may ask?? Because I still want to know. I want to know the answers to so many questions that I will spend hours researching things (not just dinosaurs I assure you).. unless I set timers for myself.
Who do I blame for this horrible, consuming curiosity that both my daughter and I inherited? My mother? My father? Nope.. I blame Eve. It was Eve that was curious enough to try the forbidden Fruit.. The fruit from the forbidden tree of knowledge. When I first heard this story of Eve and the serpent.. I wanted to know (shocking.. i know) why God would choose to shield us from knowledge. To keep knowledge from us? Now after years and years of struggling with this life of curiosity.. I realize something. Curiosity.. man made facts… they get in the way of blind heartfelt faith. I once asked someone a question of how they knew something.. and they answered me, “I just feel it in my heart.. that is how I know.” I sometimes wish I had that faith. That I could just accept the truth of God’s creation being perfect and not looking for more ways to prove it is real. Because I believe the fact that God created all things with all my heart. I believe that God has the perfect plan in the way He created all things. And I believe that it needs NO proof! I just wish I had a better connection between my heart and my mind. .. maybe if I try an HDMI cable….?
My daughter asked a lot of questions too.. Why does that sign say that? What does it mean? etc… Now sometimes, she would ask me hard questions. Questions that I have no hope of ever knowing the answers to. Questions like, “If God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit are really the same person.. do they share the same body in Heaven? Like you will only see one person? or is it more like telepathy? Like they can hear each other’s thoughts and finish each other’s sentences?” You may be wondering if I TOO directed her to seek the advice of our Pastor? The answer is a resounding NO!! My daughter has embarrassed me enough in our lifetimes. Instead, I reply, “You know what? Why don’t you ask God when you get to Heaven?” Which of course she frequently wants to know, “Why wait? Why can’t I know now?” I assure her (while trying not to laugh at her impatience), “Because God is really the only one who knows the answers to YOUR questions.”
My daughter asked me once, if I could ask God any question when I get to Heaven, what question would it be? Immediately, my mind wants to know why God would have even given Eve the chance to eat from the Tree of Knowledge… but in truth??? In truth, I think that when I stand before My Heavenly Father.. all that curiosity will leave me and I will finally have that Blind Faith.. I think I will be filled with such peaceful blind faith that I will just stand there in awe.. (or kneel)… Either way, I don’t think I will be asking him any questions.
Everything sounds better with the echo of a still small voice.