For many years I've been keeping a sort of mental list of questions I'd like to ask God someday, should the opportunity hopefully arise. You know, the really tough ones like why do children have to suffer abuse, and why do the nicest people get struck down with bad diseases and some mean people get to live so much longer? Why do some people go hungry and without a place to call home, while others have so much more than they need and yet don't share? Why do we fear or mock those who are different from us? Questions like that, the ones I just can't make any sense of with my limited understanding of the grand scheme of life and what lies beyond.
Then there are other questions that I'm curious about, like why did You make the sky blue and the grass green and not the other way around, and why is every single snowflake and person different from every other one? Why did I get born with fat genes and my sister didn't? Why do some people who try so hard have to endure so many struggles? Why can cats and dogs learn to get along and people can't? Why did your Son have to suffer to redeem us?
I want to believe that when I get to Heaven I will not only have all the knowledge that is available here on earth, but also be given an understanding of all those things that puzzle me now. Or, will it be as a friend of mine suggested, and maybe when I get to Heaven, those questions really won't matter to me anymore?
I'm linking up with In Other Words over at Patricia's Place
where the writing prompt was the following quotation:
"I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library."
- Jorge Luis Borges