I had a talk with a good friend today. We came to a somewhat liberating if terrifying conclusion: we are addicted to answers.
It’s funny, a lot of postmodern voices say that we are a generation that’s okay with ambiguity but I’ve seen more often than not that we are frantic and desperate for answers. We develop disorders when we don’t have answers; we doubt our faith when we don’t have answers; our spiritual disciplines go through the roof in an attempt to ascertain a divine answer to our latest dilemma.
I’ve been saying for a while now “he who needs nothing, doesn’t need God.” When we have all the answers, we don’t need a Wonderful Counselor. When answers give us security we don’t need the Prince of Peace. We demand answers because we demand control of our lives.
Do we understand yet? Control…answers…self…
God doesn’t ignore our questioning…why do I insinuate that by acting like he does?
God doesn’t withhold information from me…why do I accuse Him of that by entertaining anxiety?
Why can’t I just live completely dependent upon the Lord? Why can’t I just trust Him? At certain times in my life I’ve lived that way, I need to get back there somehow…it was a good way to live.
