Every Friday I dig into the archives and dust off an old post. If you haven’t read it, it’s new to you!
Okay, so I don’t really have a question. For once, I’m not the hand-raised, kid-at-the-back-of-the-class, yelling “Ooh, pick me! Pick me!”
Nope, this is a post about people who have questions. Scratch that. People who are questioning.
There is a difference between having a question and always questioning. I love people who have a question: “How does this work?” “What does the Bible say about…?” “Can you help me understand…?”
But churches seem to be filled with the other kind: people who are always questioning. “Why in the world did you…?” “What gives you the right…?” “Why won’t you just…?”