There was a time when questioning God’s state of mind was considered taboo, especially in my household. But getting older with an impressive roster of life experiences under my belt, still hasn’t provided the answers to the greatest mystery of them all.
When I was younger, the attempts to guess about God’s infuriating randomness and befuddling disappearing acts during the times when His miraculous rescues would be most appreciated, were performed by ordained men in over-sized robes.
The teachings were stringently direct with the warnings of how nothing we internalized could be rebuked or challenged. We had to obediently believe the unbelievable, because that’s the only way to guarantee the first-class ticket to a place called heaven.
My youthful curiosity constantly badgered the part of me that just wanted to live without the annoyance of demanding a more adequate explanation, for why the Almighty rarely demonstrates how He earned that imposing title.
Death was always a huge obstacle when it hit close to home.
When a distant relative, who had been extensively coaching me for my A level exams unexpectedly passed away in a car accident on his way back from a friend’s wedding, the shock of his abrupt and permanent absence was a lot to bear for an impressionable teenager, who couldn’t…
