And by monkeys, I mean those small humans that call me Mommy.
I sometimes wonder why I am so *driven* to learn so much about my faith. Do I *really* need to struggle through the Kalam argument? Can I give a confirmed relativist (oooh, is there such a thing by definition?) a run for his money? I know I will never understand all the theology, or even a large part of it. So why struggle so hard? Some days I feel like I’m torturing myself on purpose. Oh gee, here’s a tough question I never would have even thought of by myself…let me look into that and get all riled up all over again.
But I can’t tell you how many times I have just learned something and I turn around and one of my kids will ask me the very same question.
My little boy asks: If God makes everything happen in the world, aren’t we just like puppets? If God made the world, who made God?
My girl asks: How do I love God if I can’t see him? I love the stories from the bible, but they don’t seem like those things really happened.
I talk to them seriously. I tell them what I know. They wouldn’t accept pat answers anymore than I didn’t. Thank you to all of you who are helping me, and in turn, helping my monkeys. :) The struggle goes on…