Hey midnight owls. It is currently 3:54 a.m. on my end, and as I picked up my phone to write this, a random thought popped into my mind. I paused for a moment, wondering whether to erase the details from my brain or share it with the public. Well, I guess we know what I finally decided.
My thoughts this midnight revolves around religion. I do not know if anyone else grew up as curious as I did, but that curiosity pushed me to question many things, including religious practices. I was raised in a Christian home, and at home, I could ask my father questions about anything. It didn't matter how difficult they were, I was just well within my rights to do so. From home, I was also taught that God in heaven is my father. However, what confused me was hearing everyone say we should not question God when bad things happen. That idea never made sense to me, and it still does not.
Questioning someone you respect or someone who holds a higher authority should not be seen as a bad thing. Rather, it should be seen as a sign of a healthy relationship. I believe if we can praise God in times of joy and plenty, we can also question him in times of pain and sorrow.
If God is our father and he also has power over everything in this universe, then is it not fair to seek answers from him when things go wrong? If anything, I feel justified in my curiosity. The way the world works can be deeply unsettling, and it's okay if I find myself asking honest questions that no one has been able to answer.
I know someone reading this post might feel tempted to judge me. But I ask that you set religious fanaticism aside for a moment and try not to mistake my curiosity for rebellion. My questions are genuine and I question God not only in times of hardship but also in my sweet moments of abundance.
I've always maintained that I deserve the good things of life, and I work hard for what I have. Yet when I look around and see others struggling for basic needs, I cannot help but question why. How about when people die in the most gruesome manner and we hear testimonies from other victims who escaped appreciating God for not letting them die "like others." Or the usual statement that claims God let our loved ones die for a reason. This raises even more serious questions in my brain.
I feel empathy, I feel pain, I'm confused, and I want to understand why the world feels so unfair. I understand that the balance between good and evil may exist, but it still feels troubling that humans are at the center of it all, bearing the weight.
Most times, our questions to God are not even intended for blames. They are just natural responses to pain. Many of my questions are also rhetorical, though I wish I had clear answers. But I know I may never fully understand these things in one lifetime, and I have made peace with that. Still, just as I would question my earthly father, I believe we should be allowed to question God during different seasons of our lives without being judged. At the very least, we should be given logical reasons why we should refrain from questioning someone we call our friend and heavenly father.
This post is a response to the midnightletters weekly prompt#12:
What is a Random thought that has popped into your mind at Midnight?
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