Along the way I have experienced the importance – sometimes excitement, other times frustrations – of “living into questions.” Not just “living with” but embracing the realities of not knowing, accepting one’s limitations and settling for something called hope, or trust, or faith that there will be, if necessary, answers somewhere on the other side of time.

There may not be; this could be all there is and then … nothing but having lived and died. (“So let’s go dancing.”) I have taught myself to live with that possibility, though I strongly believe otherwise. What comes after is the answer to the ultimate question most everyone is “living into.”

In the meantime, there are other questions that challenge being and becoming. I embrace them all, resigning myself to never knowing their answers here, nor possibly hereafter, where, I realize, such questions may be rendered null and void in the wholeness of eternal life. What follows are merely some of them, some “whys” that keep me curious, thinking and seeking, if nothing else.

• Why do we keep looking for answers we know we will never find this side of time?

• Why do too many have to be right at the expense of other people being wrong?

• Why does it feel like, these days, that our government “of the people, by the people and for the people” is actually “of the many, by the few and for the few?”

• Why do so many religions seek for “all to be one” as long as “the one” is theirs?

• Why do some believe the world owes them a living when actually they owe the world a life?

• Why does war have to be the language of differences when there are so many other ways to deal with them?

• Why, if all are created equal, does equality not exist?

• Why does God need a name, if God is all of us?

• Why can’t men and women see one another in themselves?

• Why does evolution feel so right and creationism so wrong – or vice versa?

• Why can’t a nation be family – and nations a family as well?

• Why can’t justice be reasonable and feel fair at the same time?

And, lastly, why can’t we be born old and grow young, having at the beginning the wisdom we have grown to instead of at the end? Wouldn’t our world be better for that? And wouldn’t we, as little children, have a much better chance at the end of things to entering the kingdom?