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QUESTIONS I WOULD LIKE TO ASK GOD:

   I am certain many have had questions we would like to ask God, either by plucking at her robe, shouting loudly, crying, or beating our fists on her chest. Assuming she has a chest.


 

 The problem of evil is the most pressing concern for a lot of us. How could a good God allow the Holocaust, Putin, Napoleon, slavery, Khmer Rouge, Rawanda, and much more. I think there is only one reasonable answer to this question, and that is: God created us with free will (because who wants loving puppets?) so that we can either jump on the God wagon and be compassionate, or drop off the wagon and be evil. Not her choice. Ours. Love is only love worth giving when it is free.



 But here are some of the other ones I have in my "God Question Box":

--Why do feet get ugly when you get old? Who invented hammer toes anyway!


 

--Why do women get pooching out tummies as they age, despite eating healthily, exercising, and praying about it? ("Dear St. Anthony: Please, where is my former flat tummy. Could you help me find it?")

--Why do one's children not get along, even though they adored each other when young?

--Why does coffee get cold?


 

--Why do our dogs have to die?

--Why do people believe corrupt, stupid politicians?

--Why can't we see there is no "us" v.s. "them"?

--Why does garbage smell so bad?

--Why did you create ticks and slugs?

--Why do those of us with chronic illnesses have good days and bad days? Why can't they all be good days?

--Why does 76 degree-water feel like 60 degrees?

--Why do our High School classmates look so old?


 

--And the famous one, Why do bad things happen to good people? 


 

  Again, God is clearly not going to answer my pressing questions, but us humans continue to wrestle with the problem of evil, pooching out tummies, the passing of adored dogs, the aging of ourselves and our classmates, and so much more. If you want to comment, please feel free to be part of a discussion about evil and more, remembering that I first have to check your comment to have it appear, as we do not want strange ads appearing on this site! 

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  1. TrishJune 27, 2022 at 7:10 PM

    All valid questions, Annie. I might add: why did God invent kidney stones? And I especially agree with the query about ticks, but I would add mice to that list. I am not fond of mice. I wonder why God lets her children have screaming fights, and why there must be such sorrow and rage. I realize that's a human issue when I really think about it. And I have no one but myself to blame for this fat and squishy abdomen. Well, I guess it's mostly because although God wants us to be happy and settled into a good life, we humans tend to mess it up. That's my late night thought process.

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  2. AnonymousJuly 11, 2022 at 1:36 PM

    Nice piece, Annie. I think the best answer to all your questions was generated by Paul Simon:

    And God only knows
    God makes his plan
    The information's unavailable
    To the mortal man
    We're workin' our jobs
    Collect our pay
    Believe we're gliding down the highway
    When in fact we're slip slidin' away

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