These words are alive and each time they are read our story is weaved deeper into His story. New life is breathed into their meaning.
They’ve heard this story before.
This story of two brothers.
“Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground…”
The tale of this first murder gives them pause.
These two brothers who have known anger, jealousy, and rivalry with each other…
These two brothers struggle to understand.
“Why did he kill him?”
Youngest son wonders aloud.
“Did he really think God didn’t know?”
The questions come.
We talk about the heart. And how we cannot hide from God.
Later, Jeffrey still struggles.
“It doesn’t make sense.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why did God have to do everything the hard way? Why did Jesus have to die? Couldn’t He just tell us about Himself?”
I put down the dishcloth.
Sit down across from these questioning eyes.
Pause to give these words the pregnancy they deserve.
“I don’t know why God does the things He does. I trust Him enough to know there is a reason. Sometimes we have to learn the hard way. Sometimes we don’t understand. I believe He leaves us with questions so we will have to trust. That’s what faith is about.”
“You mean, He wants us to wonder?”
“I think so.”
This small, delicate brow wrinkles.
“The Bible sure is filled with mysteries.”
Yes, my dear, it is.
And the story goes on…