So Many Questions
Death brings a lot of questions. I don't think God is scared of any of them. He loves questions. Which of my questions are you also asking? What would you add to the list?
What makes a life complete?
How does our sense of completion compare to God’s understanding of completion?
Do kids in heaven stay kids or keep growing?
Aren’t kids needed in God’s kingdom for eternity? What happens once/ if they all grow up?
Are we all kids in heaven?
How does time in eternity work?
Can those in heaven already see the ending? Could they be experiencing us with them now even though we aren’t there yet in this timeline? Or have I just seen too many Marvel movies?
What about the great cloud of witnesses? If they’re cheering us on, do they really have no pain? Or is the no pain part only in the final resurrection?
Why do dead trees stay in the forest with the living ones?
Why do trees die, aren’t they resilient?
Is death not natural? Or is it very natural?
Can we really live aware of our mortality? Or do we need to trick ourselves with the thought of immortality, even just a little bit, in order to survive?
If I lived in the 1800s would losing a child feel less painful? Or just more normal?
How much does our modern medicine and technology trick us into believing we are immortal?
What is the role of a parent? What is not the role of a parent? Does a parent have to be all things?
Why did God choose us to be Julia’s parents? What did he see in us?
What’s the point of living when death is always haunting us?
How do you pray when prayer is disorienting?
Can I still pray things like “keep us safe on this drive” and “heal me of this cold” when my most important prayer wasn’t answered?
What is a good life?
When and why did we decide a good life meant a long life?
Can trying to prevent a short life distract us from trying to have a truly good life?
How do you love selflessly in seasons of grief?
Is God ever surprised? If not, why did he not warn us? Does he choose to feel surprised to share in our lament?
Why are Christians so scared of lament?
What about pain makes us so scared?