Remember in high school how your assignments turned from simply answering questions to creating the questions on the subject you just learned about? Gah, I hated it. I mean, surely Mrs. Vernstien was smart enough to come up with our questions herself. Wasn’t that why she was the teacher?
I know I just had my 10 year high school reunion and all, but I think I just figured out what those assignments were all about. Being a question asker makes you use your brain. Asking questions requires you to actually listen to what you’re being told. Finding an answer in the above article is the easy part. Being willing to search deeper and venture into uncertainty is the hard part.
The older I get, the more I see how uncertain and mysterious a lot of things actually are. It’s taken humility to get me to that thought. But really, how many events in life really ask for our reply to be an absolute and definitive? I know when I’ve experienced doubt, or loss, or relational difficulty, I have found most comfort in the friend who’s willing to sit with me in the sometimes uncomfortable ambiguity of the situation.
So, thank you, Mrs. Vernstien for all those tasks of creating questions. You knew what you were doing, didn’t you? But then again you always were my favorite teacher.
Finding hope today in not always needing to have the answer.