Question.
To answer a question is a strange notion to me.
I had to give a presentation in my 11th grade English class. It was the only day I was allowed to break uniform dress code, but only because I was required to come to school with a dress shirt, tie and slacks. That morning I woke up earlier than usual to get ready and put my black slacks on, grabbed my favorite shirt (it’s white with vertical green stripes on it) and my solid green tie. A good little matching outfit for the day.
My teacher called me up to present to the class my project, and as I walked up I asked her with a hint of charm in my voice, “Mrs. Peters, do you like my attire for today’s presentation?” Mrs. Peters took a breath, as she lowered her head so that her eyes could look over the top over her thick rimmed glasses. “Sweetie,” she began “you don’t match.”
To answer a question is a strange notion to me.
Embarrassed, I quickly looked at my white t-shirt with green stripes, and my green tie, and my black slacks, and even my black dress shoes. I saw nothing wrong. Embarrassed, I quickly thought back to a memory only a few years prior when a doctor informed me that I am partially color blind. Even though my shirt was white with green stripes, to the rest of the school (including Mrs. Peters) is was white with brown stripes.
To answer a question is a strange notion to me.
I was talking to a friend of mine recently and we both came to disagreement in how to answer a question, yet were both completely convinced that the other one was wrong. We eventually left it up to labeling the situation as “unanswerable” or in the words of my friend, “…its probably just one of those things we’ll never really know”.
Many times I ask questions assuming that there is an answer involved, one that is definite. Maybe that’s how it works. But sometimes things just seem too complicated for that to be true, sometimes things just don’t even make the slightest amount of sense, sometimes the answer to the question is another question, sometimes the answer to the question is the question. Sometimes green things are brown things.
Today I have a question on my heart. I begin to pray about it and fret about it and think about it and think about and think about it; as I do so I wonder if the answer is in the question. I wonder if the Lord puts these questions in my heart to show me that green things are sometimes brown things. Answers are sometimes, just more questions. And the things I thought I wanted and the things I thought I saw happening in my future really not what what He saw happening at all.
To answer a question is a strange notion to me; so I leave it up to the Lord, for He is my wisdom.
“If you call out for insight and raise your voice for understanding,
if you seek it like silver and search for it as for hidden treasures,
then you will understand the fear of the LORD and find the Knowledge of God
For the LORD gives wisdom; from his mouth come knowledge and understanding;
He stores up sound wisdom for the upright.” Proverbs 2:3-7
“My son, eat honey, for it is good,
and the drippings of the honeycomb are sweet to your taste.
Know that wisdom is such to your soul;
if you find, there will be a future and your hope will not be cut off.” Proverbs 24:13-14
