“Why?”… It’s a good question, a great question. “Why?”…. “Why?”….
Why are we alive? Why are we here? Why do we do the things we do? Why do we love? Why do we hate? Why do we feel the things we feel? Pain, loss, joy, gain? Why?
Recently, I’ve been asked a “why?” question a lot; “Why are you going on The World Race?”
I will be blunt. It’s an obedience issue for me. Obedience.
“By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to a place he was to receive as an inheritance. And he went out not knowing where he was going” (Heb 11:8).
I have no idea what is going to happen this year. I’m not even particularly excited, I’m honestly more scared than anything. And there are all sorts of reasons I could come up with that I should either stay or go, but in the light of obedience, nothing else matters. I’m either obedient or I’m not. It’s not up to me to figure out all the “why?s”. That’s God’s job! He is the one with the sovereign plan! My job is to obey.
