…..become again as a child, wondering about the fundamental
things, not taking any answers for granted, but having an adult’s intelligence
and ability to realize that there may be various answers
Beatrice
Bruteau
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Why does the sun rise?
Why is the sky blue?
Why do tomatoes make my mouth itch?
Why do people hoard?
Why do people hate?
Why do good people die?
Why do the wicked prosper? (No, these are not new questions)
Is God really as mean as people say he is?
Will God really throw 70% of all humanity into a place of
torment for all eternity?
If God will do that, how is God love?
Why do make the same mistakes over and over again?
Why is it so hard for me to connect with others?
Why is my
default mode to try and impress, and talk, rather than to be comfortable in my
own skin, my own “place” and listen?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Because?
Perhaps there
are no concrete answers
Perhaps the
answer is the dynamic, loving interchange between myself and the Sacred
When I ask the
question
Perhaps the
answer sneaks in to my mind, my heart, my soul
When I am not
looking!
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