If you have kids, you will relate to this conversation. Me: I need you to get dressed in something nice, and get in the car so we aren’t late. Kids: What? Where are we going? Why do we have to go now? Are you sure we are supposed to go today (sometimes this is actually a valid question lol)? Why do I have to dress nice? Do I have to brush my hair since I did it yesterday?
If you laughed at that because you have had that same conversation, then you also know that those questions are just the tip of the iceberg. I didn't even list the ones that are totally unrelated to what we are doing at the moment. Ones like Can I get an Xbox for Christmas? Why can't I have a phone like the rest of the normal world my age? Were you always a hippy? I get asked so many questions that I had to make it a rule, within 15 min of going somewhere, you are not allowed to ask me a question unless it related to GETTING INTO THE CAR.
My husband doesn't get these questions. He is strict with our kids about "not questioning" us as parents, and so they don't question him - they just do what he asks. I feel like I want them to be questioners in life (not following blindly). He tells me that I am the reason they question me so much, and I believe him. I got what I wanted and now it is tedious. Somewhere, there is a perfect medium place where a child learns when and how to question a parent. I wonder if God thinks I am in this tedious place, or the perfect medium.
Many things do not make sense to me. I love to think outside the box, but most every day at some point I find myself looking at something or someone that just makes no sense to me. Today, I found it in the book of Ezekiel. This book starts out several years before the Jews are captured and taken to Babylon (you know, the story of Daniel), while God is moving Ezekiel to warn the people and to prophesy. Here, God has just given Ezekiel a vision of a four-headed being that is already hard for me to understand. Then, He goes and blows my questioning little mind with this next part (full text is written below in case you don't have a Bible to grab).
In Ezekiel 2:8 - 3:4, God writes some lamentation, mourning, and woe onto a scroll (made of skin back then). While they usually just wrote on one side, God has written back and front meaning He had a lot to say. At this point, I am reading with one half of my brain and pondering with the other half. Smoke is beginning to twine out of one ear. I was not ready for the next part! God told Ezekiel to EAT THE SCROLL and go tell Israel what I wrote. It gets better! Ezekiel ate it and it tasted sweet like honey. A skin scroll tasted like honey. Wait, what?
Feeling as confused as a kid who was just told they DO have to brush their hair daily (apparently that is confounding), I read this passage at least six time before giggling. I shut the Bible and looked up and I wonder if God was rolling his eyes or belly-laughing at me while I rattled off my annoyingly long list of questions. Why did You use a scroll? Why not just put the words into his mind? Why did it taste like honey? Is that real honey or proverbial honey? If You ask me to eat something, can it taste like watermelon instead? What did the hand look like? Did this make Ezekiel scared? I would have been scared. This was just the beginnings of my chattings with God this morning. It ended with two last questions, "Do I really believe this happened? Are my questions irritating to God?"
Yes, I absolutely believe that the entire Word of God is filled with truth. I don't always know what is literal and what is hyperbole (stories to give me a visual) and so I believe God loves my questions. It means that I am reading His Word, I am not skimming the pages, I am visualizing what I read, and it is making me think. When I get to Heaven, I have to believe that God will somehow be with each one of us, personally, at the same time. I hope so because if not, y'all are going to be pretty upset with me acting like a Kindergartener who can't get enough answers. I will hold up the line, and I will do it foreeeeeeever!
Tell me what you think! Where is the line we cross, from asking good questions to questioning God and His power? What makes the difference in how or what we ask? I'd love to see verses that address this.
Ezekiel 2:8 - 3:3 "But thou, son of man, hear what I say unto thee; Be not thou rebellious like that rebellious house: open thy mouth, and eat that I give thee. And when I looked, behold, an hand was sent unto me; and lo, a roll of a book was therein; and he spread it before me; and it was written within and without; and there was written therein lamentations, and mourning, and woe. Moreover He said unto me, son of man, eat that thou findest; eat this roll, and go speak unto the house of Israel. So I opened my mouth, and He caused me to eat that roll. And He said unto me, son of man cause thy belly to eat, and fill thy bowels with this roll that I give thee. Then did I eat it; and it was in my mouth as honey for sweetness."