I was broken, and I was furious. How could this happen? How could he do that? How could society allow that? How could God allow that?
But being that lost in God scares me. It would not afford me the control I usually desire, and I’m scared about what it may mean for my comfortable, cushy life. How much easier it would be if God held my head against that cloudy mirror so I had to see Him as clearly as I could. How easy it would be if He lay a breadcrumb path for me to follow through this life. If he told me what to say and how to act specifically in every situation.
And what of our questions to God? Do we question Him fairly? Or do our questions miss the point and become nonsensical? Do we choose the right arguments, or do we stubbornly hang onto our own interpretations of God and scripture, flaying anyone who points out where we may be misguided?