Why? Just about every week, and I’m sure this week will be no exception, someone will ask me that question. It’s usually in the context of suffering of some kind. "Why did/does . . . ?"

Why? I ask the same question to myself and to God a fair bit also. Do you?

The further I go on my faith journey, the more I seem to ask it, AND the more comfortable I am with the question.

Why?

Because I’ve learned that true faith comes from doubt, and that the essence of faith is living with unanswered questions and still trusting God.

What do you think about "Why?"