Here ends another day, during which I have had eyes, ears, hands and the great world around me. Tomorrow begins another day. Why am I allowed two? ~ G.K. Chesterton
I’m content to live without an overarching WHY. It isn’t a virtue or a fault. I may simply be missing the why gene. I’ve had an interesting life so far. It hasn’t been tragic, but it hasn’t been all tea and toast, either.
Many that I know and love dwell in the realm of WHY. It’s a very difficult place to live. Why this, why now, why me?
Why? For some reason this question always makes me think of Newton’s Third Law of Motion, which is pretty funny, since there’s rarely anything that makes me think of physics.
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. ~ Sir Issac Newton
For every negative why: why pain, loss, grief, suffering… isn’t there, then, an equal but opposite positive why: why health, blessing, comfort, joy?
There’s a saying in some circles: Don’t ask God why me? Ask why not me? This is more clever than comforting to me. It paints a picture of a small god that’s too narrowly defined by my questions and punitive by implication.
I vote for Chesterton’s why, which is really an expression of gratitude, the complete opposite of asking God to give an account.
Tomorrow begins another day. Why am I allowed two?
That’s the why of wonderment and grace. It’s a very good place to dwell.