There was time when I had an answer to every question about God. I felt like I had to have an answer. People expected it of me. I was their pastor. I was supposed to be a fount of wisdom, a tower of knowledge.
I spent countless hours coming up with answers to every conceivable question; including questions no one was asking. After all, they might ask. I had a lust for certainty.
One day it occurred to me that I did not believe all my answers. That's when my carefully constructed answers started falling apart.
In its place, the Almighty One gave me a profound revelation that has brought great peace to my heart: I do not have to have an answer to every question.