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.
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?