Why? Why, why, why? That’s the deepest and hardest kind of question. Why do we ask why questions? We ask why questions because there’s deeply ingrained in us a fundamental belief that somehow life on this planet should make sense. Something deep in our souls begs for meaning and purpose.
I got an e-mail recently from a fairly new Christian, someone who’s just starting to learn and grow and ask questions about God and our world.
“God created all and arranged all. God loves people. Why did God kill all people except for Noah’s family? Why did God allow terrorist to kill 3,000 people on 11/9? Why doesn’t God eliminate all bad things and leave only good things for people?” (Robin’s e-mail).
He is like us, searching for meaning, trying to make sense of things that don’t make sense. Why does God allow bad things to happen to good people? Why does God allow bad things at all? Why?
Habakkuk is our brother, he’s one of us. He asks why questions.