I went into the morning church service expectant: I was hoping that some of the questions I have been asking God had been answered. And I was not disappointed. It was like today’s sermon on faith and the great faith demonstrated by the Gentile woman in Matthew 15:21-28 was the next step in a journey I’ve been on lately to a greater understanding of how faith works. Yet by the end of the sermon, I had three more questions for God (one of which is something like this: “God, what is my third question?” I can’t quite figure out what to ask but know that I do have a question).

Why is it that the answer to a question just brings up more questions?

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