i had the opportunity to hear don miller speak a few weeks ago. he was fantastic!

he talked a bit about job. how it is the oldest book in the Bible, almost like a preface. like, before i tell you about creation and the fall and how it all began, there's this guy...

we all know the story of what happens to job. the talk between satan and God, the loss, the friends' dissertations.

and then God shows up and doesn't answer the question. in fact, he never answers the question.


can i continue to hope in a God that will never answer the question? when i was growing up, my mom always went all out with the Christmas decorations. one of the little wooden hearts that she would hang on the wall said: Jesus is the Answer. I'm sure it was hallmark or something and many of you can picture it as i describe it. once, we were visting another church or something. my family and me. and my sister and i saw the same heart hanging on the wall of one of the classrooms: Jesus is the Answer. i turned to my sister laughing and said, "Yes, but what is the question?"

jason and i went to scotland in may. one night, i couldn't sleep and a bunch of thoughts kept running through my head. particularly this memory of this little wooden heart i saw in that church all those years ago and the comment i made to my sister. that night on the other side of the sea i thought, 'it doesn't really matter what the question is.'

but is that true? just yesterday i was sitting in church thinking, can all of this really exist? could we all be wrong about this whole Jesus thing? everyone surely can't be wrong. i mean, commissioner is sitting over there, and he can't be wrong, can he? surely not. and then i looked at the cross.

it's with continued faith that i make the choice again and again that i believe. and it's with my continued discipline that Jesus reveals himself to me a piece at a time. without answering the question, he answers all questions.

posted by Kelly @ 11:02:00 AM