I took a journalism class in high school. I snapped pictures for the school newspaper with an old 35 mm camera and developed real photographs in the school dark room. I wrote an article about Easter traditions for the school newspaper (we could talk about Easter at school back then), and my essay about education careers was published in our small-town newspaper.
I learned to ask the 5 W + 1 H questions: Who? What? Where? When? Why? and How?
I never pursued a career in journalism, but I have found myself asking those same questions repeatedly throughout my life.
Who is taking this journey with me? What does God have planned for us? Where are we going? When will we get there? Why is this experience important? How do we know we're going the right way?
Usually, I have found the answers to my questions only lead to more questions.
Who is really on my side? What does it all mean? Where do we go from here? When will we be happy? Why do we make the same mistakes? How can we help each other?
And as I've grown older, the questions become deeper, murkier, and more serious.
Who will remember me when I'm gone? What lies ahead for our country? Where will we be in 20 years? When will I ever feel security? Why does God allow people to suffer? How long can we go on like this?
Anytime I think I've found the answers, I realize I still have much to learn.
Like a journalist, I try to compose a coherent storyline to my life. I try to piece together the truth from small bits of information, clues left behind, quotes from eyewitnesses, and unreliable tips from anonymous sources. Each lead I receive only leads me to the next phase of the investigation. My struggling and digging never seem to uncover the answers to the questions of our lives.
It seems the more I interrogate and demand to know, the more God replies, "No comment."
Finally, I have to admit my role here is limited. I can never understand all the answers. I will never solve all the mysteries. The best I can do is collect my observations, organize my notes, and submit a first draft for consideration.
"Jesus is the author and finisher of our faith" (Hebrews 12:2).
God is crafting the final edition. He sets the deadlines and decides what to cut and what to print. He determines which features make the final page. And though I continue to ask and seek, I have to accept that only God controls the final copy.
The final answer is to accept God's authority and let him revise my work.
What questions do you ask about your life? Where do you go to seek the answers?