JULY 15
When I lay [my] questions before God I get no answer. But
a rather special sort of No answer. It is not the locked door.
It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze.
As though He shook His head not in refusal but in waiving
the question. Like, “Peace, child; you don’t understand.”
—C. S. LEWISSometimes it seems our greatest hope is that we don’t under-
stand. Because from the vantage we have when we are
feeling low, the sense of the futility of life, and the apparent
finality of death, can all but overwhelm us.
Far better to acknowledge that our understanding is lim-
ited, to relish the stories of faith and intuition that come to
us—and wait and see! We stand so close. What if someone
trying to view Michelangelo’s magnificent painting of “The
Creation of Adam” in the Sistine Chapel got so close that
all he could see was two fingertips touching? A good view,
but a very small piece of the whole picture.
Our questions are unanswerable. The real question is one of trust.