Thoughts

Why?

February 27, 2008

I was one of those kids who didn’t ask why. Maybe it was too many incomprehensible things happening at once, maybe it was being the baby of 6 until I was 6 that left me very aware life was far greater than I could ever imagine.

I got along to get along, I suppose.

And then 13 1/2 years ago, I married the King of Why. The man is compelled to understand not just what is happening by WHY it’s happening.

Imagine his frustration when he realized that there is a what to PMS and a chemical how but there is no quantifiable why.

Now that we’ve shared pillow space and brain patterns this long I’ve become aware I now share his passion for why.

Why?

Thought you’d never ask.

Why leads you to the underlying truth of what and lends understanding to the how. Why gives us a framework for personal motivation which can lead us to helping someone or especially ourselves cease from participating in long held destructive behaviors.

The problem with our quest for understanding is that without an earnest and committed effort to examine situations, circumstances, environments or heart issues the why will never be exposed. The only thing you’ll see then is excuses quickly thrown up as protection from a perceived threat to our status quo.

And then there’s often the obsession with why. Sometimes there are no answers that we can easily objectify and comprehend. Sometimes there is no easy why. And we have to learn to deal with it. Sometimes it’s just been 28 days. Live with it. Sometimes it’s a lack of sleep, too much clutter and an absence of mental space. No grand and glorious conspiracy, no hidden motivation to hurt. Just a fallen person behaving in a fallen manner toward another fallen person.

And yet… Why?

Which leads us to the Cross and the reason for the death of a Perfect Sacrifice and the answer to the ultimate Why.

Life is inscrutable and people are inherently confusing. We bob and weave, duck and cover, poke and jab. We ache for safety and all too often sacrifice truth for that warm feeling, no matter how fleeting, that all is well in our world. We recognize our inability to keep all things equal and equitable so we throw up our facades and mumble behind closed doors and answer all kinds of questions with “I don’t know” when we know quite well what we are hiding from.

And it all boils down to this.

We are broken. Every last one of us. Flawed. Weak. Selfish. Proud. And we need Hope. We need to Hold Onto Positive Expectations. H.O.P.E. Expectations of what? Of whom?

The only One who can answer our frustrated cry of “Why?!” to a world lost in it’s own web of deceit and self-preservation. The only One who promised a way out and a chance at “knowing as we are known”. A Savior. An Answer. A Hope.

And someday there will be no more need for Why.

Won’t that be great?

  • Anonymous

    Wrote a piece on hope, the saving grace of hope.

    Without hope, what does one have?

    Blessings squirrel turd,
    WW 🙂

  • Anonymous

    Wrote a piece on hope, the saving grace of hope.

    Without hope, what does one have?

    Blessings squirrel turd,
    WW 🙂

  • Anonymous

    Wrote a piece on hope, the saving grace of hope.

    Without hope, what does one have?

    Blessings squirrel turd,
    WW 🙂

  • Morris

    “We bob and weave, duck and cover, poke and jab. We ache for safety and all too often sacrifice truth for that warm feeling”

    Ouch! Been there, done that. It don’t work too well at all.

  • Morris

    “We bob and weave, duck and cover, poke and jab. We ache for safety and all too often sacrifice truth for that warm feeling”

    Ouch! Been there, done that. It don’t work too well at all.

  • Hold Onto Positive Expectations. H.O.P.E. – that’s very cool.

    The question “why” always seems to lead to the Cross – if one if willing to go that far. Good observations. Have a great weekend!

  • Hold Onto Positive Expectations. H.O.P.E. – that’s very cool.

    The question “why” always seems to lead to the Cross – if one if willing to go that far. Good observations. Have a great weekend!

  • Hold Onto Positive Expectations. H.O.P.E. – that’s very cool.

    The question “why” always seems to lead to the Cross – if one if willing to go that far. Good observations. Have a great weekend!

  • I’ve always been a ‘WHY’ person. It drove my parents nuts. It drove my teachers nuts. Little Dif is the same way. It gets frustrating sometimes but I don’t dare stifle that. I answer her to the best of my ability.

    “Why” does indeed lead to the cross and to truth in general. I guess finding out why can sometimes be painful but willful ignorance is worse.

  • I’ve always been a ‘WHY’ person. It drove my parents nuts. It drove my teachers nuts. Little Dif is the same way. It gets frustrating sometimes but I don’t dare stifle that. I answer her to the best of my ability.

    “Why” does indeed lead to the cross and to truth in general. I guess finding out why can sometimes be painful but willful ignorance is worse.

  • I’ve always been a ‘WHY’ person. It drove my parents nuts. It drove my teachers nuts. Little Dif is the same way. It gets frustrating sometimes but I don’t dare stifle that. I answer her to the best of my ability.

    “Why” does indeed lead to the cross and to truth in general. I guess finding out why can sometimes be painful but willful ignorance is worse.

  • Anonymous

    Why?

    WW 🙂

  • I don’t wanna start another debate and I don’t mean to sound like a broken record, but this post is a very good summation of the main reason I despise religion. I grew up asking “why” and being told by religion (and religious people) that it’s not for me to know or “GAWD (religion always loads that word with lots of fake reverence and imaginary import) works in mysterious ways, son!”

    ‘Snot true. He never, ever refuses to answer that question. He’s a loving Father and He never answers, “none of your business” when we ask, “Why, Dad?”

    How could we possibly grow up into the “fulness of the stature of Christ” if we can never understand why he does what he does the way he does it?

    Jesus said, “I only do what I see my Father do.” Is that how we live? I sure don’t… yet. But that’s my goal. I can’t learn how to be like Him if I can’t ever ask Him why… and get an answer. (I suppose I could just mimic Him or run and ask every time I have a decision. That’s childish. I want to “grow up” in Him.)

    Faith and reason are not enemies. In fact, I would posit that they can only grow together, in conjunction. “Why?” is a necessary question for that to happen.

  • I don’t wanna start another debate and I don’t mean to sound like a broken record, but this post is a very good summation of the main reason I despise religion. I grew up asking “why” and being told by religion (and religious people) that it’s not for me to know or “GAWD (religion always loads that word with lots of fake reverence and imaginary import) works in mysterious ways, son!”

    ‘Snot true. He never, ever refuses to answer that question. He’s a loving Father and He never answers, “none of your business” when we ask, “Why, Dad?”

    How could we possibly grow up into the “fulness of the stature of Christ” if we can never understand why he does what he does the way he does it?

    Jesus said, “I only do what I see my Father do.” Is that how we live? I sure don’t… yet. But that’s my goal. I can’t learn how to be like Him if I can’t ever ask Him why… and get an answer. (I suppose I could just mimic Him or run and ask every time I have a decision. That’s childish. I want to “grow up” in Him.)

    Faith and reason are not enemies. In fact, I would posit that they can only grow together, in conjunction. “Why?” is a necessary question for that to happen.

  • I should add that I’ve only begun to grow up in Him, but as I have the first change has been that I find myself asking Him “Why?” more often these days over the good things and unexpected blessings than the bad stuff and tragedies.

    Of course, the answer to that question in those circumstances is always, “Just because I love you. This is what Love does.”