I have a lot of questions. Questions that are all over the place. So, today, let me share some. Feel free to add yours in the comment section below.
Why do people wear perfume to the gym? To make their sweat smell better?
Why does real joy seem to be so hard to find? Some are good at projecting an artificial joy; others seem to have very little joy — but if joy is an essential part of the Christian existence, why does it seem in such short supply?
Why does it take so long for the frontal lobes of teenagers to fully develop?
Why do I recognize that so many of the things that frustrate me are “first world problems” — but I let them frustrate me, anyway? For example: why can’t someone figure out how to make those automatic paper towel dispensers in bathrooms actually work right?
Why, when church gets hard, do we so often back away from difficult, but important conversations?
Why does Donald Trump do his hair like that?
Why do I make the same mistakes over and over again?
Why doesn’t Qdoba have mushrooms?
Why, after 46 years, do I still not know how to respond to the guy at the corner holding up the cardboard sign asking for help?
Why do I have to have so many passwords?
Why do I take so many things for granted?
Why is St. Louis the only place with really good frozen custard?
Why don’t we talk about gluttony in church?
Why do I find myself thinking more often about the food my stomach wants, and not the spiritual food I really need?
