A friend asked me a question today,
Is God good or is God everything?
And I realized I didn’t have an answer.
Maybe that’s okay.
Questions always seem like a good idea, learning, wisdom, exploration. But sometimes questions offer more grace than answers, and sometimes the non answer leads to more questions.
I don’t understand the ins and outs of the daily never ending of it all. We’ve seen loss and grief and fear and sorrow. We’ve wrestled with disease and addiction and despair, betrayal, rejection, heartache. We all have someone or some situation we could point to as “the worst” and they definitely are, because in that moment it’s where we are and what we have, and that can often be the absolute worst.
I don’t know if God is good or if God is everything, but I do know I find God in the question. In the freedom to ask, and the room to wonder, and the grace to not know: we question because we are here for so much more than we have.
perhaps the greater 