Can every question be answered?

This morning I attended a small church service...maybe 10 people were there. The format of this church service is conducive to my learning style. One of the great things about this morning's service was that the pastor asked a few questions of us and we had a chance to have some small discussions. One of the questions was, "Can every question be answered?". I thought this was an awesome discussion topic, and one that could be debated indefinitely. 


What is the definition of a question?


Definition of QUESTION
1. a (1): an interrogative expression often used to test knowledge (2): an interrogative sentence or clause; b (1): a subject or aspect in dispute or open for discussion (2): a subject or point of debate or a proposition to be voted on in a meeting (3) the specific point at issue


2. a: an act or instance of asking, also: a judicial or official investigation b: torture as part of an examination c: room for doubt or objection


Knowing this, is a question necessarily something that has to have an answer? And if all questions had answers, would the mystery of the world be lost? 


Thoughts abound...

Reminiscing

Today, I opened up my box of letters and found a postcard from 1995 written to me from someone I didn't know, but who lived in the same town.

Looking at it made me remember how small the world is, but also how little we can know about the world in which we live.

It is almost tradition

Christmas Day.

It is almost tradition.

The Christmas morning cinnamon rolls have been eaten. Sticky. Smooth sauce is left smeared across our plates, and we have moved on to the second portion of the day...reading. Reading is our family, each enthralled in the newest adventure. A memoir, a historical novel, biography and cookbooks strewn about the living room. It would not be Christmas without this nerdy but intellectual tradition of our family, each in their own spot, ready to curl up for the day.

It is with this, that I am thankful. Thankful, that although Christmas means different things to each in my family, we are joined in this tradition...conscious or not of it's significant place in our holiday. By the end of the day, at least one book will be almost finished, one placed on a shelf for another day, and another left strategically on the coffee table... ready for the next reader to peruse.

Papi

Can you see me?
flecked by blue, orange, red
feelings of sadness, hurt and anger

Can you see me?
I am both ragged and strong
torn and healed

Can you see me?
New as the day I was born
torn down by my home
revived by my environment

Can you see me?
I am beautiful and loved
blood once again rushing through
my body oxygenated by hope

Can you see me?
Once crying bewildered in the corner
I stand
tall
proud
unique in my experience

Can you see me?
It is the Woman that built this man
each day fighting
struggling
sustaining
through tears - black
fears and blue

Can you see me?
I am, today
oh yes
I am
Change in the making
sorrow turned joy
hurt turned love

Can you see me?


By: Emily Woodall - April 30, 2010

Inspired by a piece of art created by a teen at a domestic violence shelter.