Have you ever questioned a question? We ask questions all the time, but what is a question? According to Merriam Webster, aka the dictionary, a question is: 1: an interrogative expression often used to test knowledge 2a : an act or instance of asking : inquiry b : interrogation; (2) : room for doubt or objection (3) chance , possibility.
The actual definition is much longer than that. I shortened it because the other parts don't really help me make my point; and even in this condensed version I'm really only interested in one part.... the part I've conveniently highlighted for the reader. I'd like to look at the way questioning affects our lives. In the garden of Eden, the serpent questions Eve, "Did God really say, 'You must not eat from any tree in the garden?'" Up until this point Eve was probably pretty sure of what God said. Now, however, she is uncertain. Fast forward and think about another question posed in the bible. When Jesus calms the storm in Matthew 8 the disciples ask, "What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!" Notice a difference? The first question produced doubt... the second produced wonder. In my life there are times when things are uncertain and its easy to listen to questions like the first one. Did God really tell me to do this? Those questions leave room for doubt or objection. Essentially I'm saying that it's possible I know better. Following through with these sorts of questions doesn't often end well. They lead to mistakes. They lead to the fall of man. There is however a better question. What kind of man is this? What kind of man would die for a sinner? This question presents huge consequences. There is a chance or possibility that this kind of man is very different. It's possible this is the man we've been waiting for. There's a chance that this is the savior. The great thing about this question is God doesn't leave much room for doubt. If you ask, He'll prove it. He did prove it. He died.... He rose again.
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"Work Crew Girl" by D4
P.S. I was gonna send this in a letter but you said you wanted a blog.... so here it is:
Blonde hair blue eyes
She was a wonderful surprise
Shined like the night sky
And always looked forward to oreo pie (?)
She worked hours in the hot air
And even washed my underwear
I tricked her by bringing more linens that added to the massive pile
Yet she never lost that smile
She says she has never sweat more
And always had quiet time on the shore
Rarely received a thank you
But worked hard and stayed true
Day in day out folding laundry
Not knowing I would be
visiting her to say hello
See, she wasn't the status quo
She was wonderful all the time
And now, months later, I can say: She's mine
All this to say
You've never been asked to prom in a special way
Well today is your lucky day
It's not actually prom
But I think you're the bomb
So would you please
Go to Lytle's wedding as my date(sies)?
Blonde hair blue eyes
She was a wonderful surprise
Shined like the night sky
And always looked forward to oreo pie (?)
She worked hours in the hot air
And even washed my underwear
I tricked her by bringing more linens that added to the massive pile
Yet she never lost that smile
She says she has never sweat more
And always had quiet time on the shore
Rarely received a thank you
But worked hard and stayed true
Day in day out folding laundry
Not knowing I would be
visiting her to say hello
See, she wasn't the status quo
She was wonderful all the time
And now, months later, I can say: She's mine
All this to say
You've never been asked to prom in a special way
Well today is your lucky day
It's not actually prom
But I think you're the bomb
So would you please
Go to Lytle's wedding as my date(sies)?
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