a dream

Last night I dreamt I had a conversation with Satan.

He told me that I have no real answers, only questions. I challenged him by referencing things I know about God, about the universe, about life. But he showed me that these answers, these proofs, only lead to more questions.

And he was right.

It was a strange dream, the evil one and I talking calmly. I did not feel threatened by him. I engaged him in debate and he squarely won. And even as his arguments outmatched mine, I saw the flaw in his thinking—only one with no faith needs an answer to everything.

Life is full of questions and what little bit we understand only raises more questions. This is absolutely true. “God's voice thunders in marvelous ways; he does great things beyond our understanding,” (Job 37:5).

Faith, hope and love—these concepts extend past provable fact, beyond reason into a place where questions abound. But we don’t have to fear our lack of answers because God is in this place, too, and his presence is the very light of life.