Questions

Questions. Or better said questionings. The past few weeks I have found myself sitting across from or reading about people who are questioning what they have seemingly always believed. Spiritual people, church going people, and bible believing people, all questioning everything from doctrines of the Christian faith to bible belt traditions. Some questions need to be asked, while other questions find themselves on the verge of heresy. I am fully aware questioning has always taken place even within the ranks of the most faithful, but there is something about these questions that strike a sense of emergency within me. It's not that I fear the questions, for some of them should be asked, but, rather, it is the answers that alarm the spirit inside me. Answers that seem to be based not on faith, but on human understanding. Answers that are molding God into the image of loving men rather than molding men into the image of a loving God. It's not that the questions have stripped God of his divinity, but rather that men have exalted themselves to a place where they have redefined Him. This is neither the time nor place to discuss the questions raised, but rather this is simply to ponder how so many have arrived at such an exalted place. Of course this is nothing new, for it is what it always seems to be, the tempter's lie deceiving yet again. It is nothing more than the first question asked upon this earth and it is nothing more than the question that will haunt men for generations to come. It is perhaps the greatest sacred pondering, for all other questions find their basis in this one...it is the question of "Did God Really Say?"  Human reasoning will answer this question quite differently than faith will...which means the only last pondering left for this conversation is with which do we ponder?