The Question I Fear Most.
I often find myself asking the Almighty lots of questions. Understandable, inquisitive things like … What were you thinking when you created tarantulas? How come we seem to be biased towards doing naughty things even though we know that there are fearsome consequences? Why is it so much easier to start a war than it is to finish it? I discover no clear-cut, well-reasoned answers, which arrive with thunder and lightning, but rather, in my dotage, I find myself just sitting gently trying to find the answer from within. Like reliable tradies, outside external messengers, angels, seraphim, and posties are a rare commodity.
But often it occurs to me that perhaps The Master might have some questions for me, particularly at the end of my life, when I know I must give an account of my good things as well as my villainous acts.
I don’t think the Almighty will ask me for references from 3 reliable witnesses, preferably one from my bishop. No, I think this will be a direct line of questioning, just Him and me.
Is it not possible that he might ask me, ‘What in my name were you thinking when you….here insert one of my many disappointments….?’
But it is not this particular line of questioning that I fear the most, excruciating and understandable as it might be.
The question that will make me squirm and writhe is this.
‘What did you contribute?’ We are given so much and so many chances to share our wealth, energy, talents, compassion, understanding and nourishment with others and to our collective community as a whole. Daily, the opportunities are there for celebration. I know that I have been given so very much by so many; now it's my turn to do the giving.