It may also be the fundamental question of human existence: Why? As far as I know humans are the only ones who ask the question, and we can ask it about literally anything, from Girl Scout cookies to galaxies. And whatever the answer to our question may be–whatever the answer–there’s always, always another Why for that answer as well. Wherever we choose to enter the Why spiral it’s a never-ending progression of whys for which there is no final answer, even after we get to “God did it, so be quiet!”
Eventually all of us learn to be quiet and quit asking why, not because our questions are ever fully answered, but because we discern when it’s more prudent to go ahead and be quiet rather than pursue our relentless quest for knowledge.
Maybe that’s why I like journalism and love biblical exposition. They’re two activities where adults can still get somewhere asking why–and find joy in the two-year-old’s pursuit of knowledge.
I serve as sports writer for the Manchester Times and preacher for the Church of Christ at Fredonia, but the thoughts expressed here are my own. Is anyone (besides my son and Josh) reading this column? If so, I’d love to hear from you at firstname.lastname@example.org