I put the question to Facebook friends.
“If you could ask Jesus one question…”
The answers were all over the map, as we might expect.
Some thought we were talking about the Last Day when we will all stand before Him. Their answers ranged from “We will know as we are known at that time” and “We won’t be asking Him anything; we’ll drop to our knees in worship.”
Several would ask variations of the same question: Why did you love such a person as me? How could you love mankind? Why would you die for sinners like us?
Someone wanted to ask, “Can I have a hug?”
Others posed their favorite scriptural question. When did You appear to James, your half-brother? Why did you tell the Syro-Phoenician woman that she was so unworthy and do it so sharply? Why didn’t You destroy Lucifer before he messed up Adam and Eve? What would You had done had the Pharisees and Jewish leaders repented as You asked them to? What’s the real story on predestination? Why did you accept half of Zacchaeus’ possessions but required the rich young ruler to give his all?
How did You create something out of nothing? How did You part the Red Sea, get water from a rock, form a baby in the womb, and raise the dead?
Some questions are personal, doubtless with a history behind them…
–“Why was my brother killed in a tragic car accident at the age of 16? My parents were never the same, even though their faith never wavered.”
–“Why do some suffer more heartaches than others?”
–“Lord, would you please sit down on this log by the stream, put your arm around my shoulders like my earthly dad did, and talk with me, please?”
–“I’d probably want to say, ‘What would you have me ask?’ But I’d probably ask if I could kiss His feet that walked up that terrible path to the cross.”
–“If mankind had never sinned and You had never had to be born on earth, would we be better off or worse?”
–“I’d ask Him to save me a spot in Gloryland, next to my dear dad.”
The wonderful Joni Eareckson Tada, who was injured in a diving accident at the age of 17 and has been a quadriplegic ever since, says, “The first thing I’m going to do in Heaven is ask Jesus to dance.” Who can argue with that?
Personally…
I’ve reflected on this for the four days I’ve worked on this article, and decided.
I have no questions for Jesus.
I have many for the Apostle Paul, several for Moses, and one or two for King David. But none for the Lord Jesus.
I’d be like Mary who sat at the feet of the Lord and drank in His every word (Luke 10). No talking, no questions, just all ears. Worship as pure as it was intended to be.
I can’t wait.
This article originally appeared here.
