That’s my favorite question.
Of all the questions you can ask – who, what, when, where, why, how and how much – why has driven my curiosity as long as I can remember. If you’re like me, you’re a why person.
My wife on the other hand is a who person. She’s amazing. She remembers who everyone is - knows everyone’s name. She remembers the names of distant relatives, my distant relatives, even those I can’t remember myself. She thrives on helping others, learning about others, counseling others, myriads of others. I, on the other hand, do know a few people, but I still lean on my wife when it comes to … that person coming toward me with a knowing smile … “Psssst … Steve … that’s your aunt Edith.” “Thanks wifey.”
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But you also have the what, when and where people. These are the historians of the world. They love what happened, where it happened and when it happened. Don’t get them started on the Civil War unless you have several hours.
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Then you have the how and how much people - a bunch of scientists, engineers, economists and accountants.
Scientists and engineers spend their lives figuring out how things work - defining the nature of the universe. Their work is fascinating to me. And I must admit I have how tendencies when I hear these guys discuss the make up of DNA or nanotechnology.
Economists and accountants, on the other hand, are the most confusing of all question askers. Have you ever met an economist? Who can ever understand them? I’ve taken my share of economics courses, played with supply and demand, as well as Keynesian and Classical economic theories, but who really cares? My wife can tell you who these economists are. The scientist can tell you how an economist’s brain works. The historian can tell you what economist came up with a theory, when it was published and where it influenced the financial world.
But I look at all this and ask - WHY?
This question has been raised by myriads of thinkers from Socrates to Confucius, from Job to Martin Luther.
But in all seriousness and intellectual honesty, the question simply reminds me of my youth, and asking my father, “Dad, why is the grass green.”
So I’ll ask my heavenly Father:
“Father, why did you make the universe?”
“Well, little thinker, I made it because I wanted to.”
“Ok, little intellectual, let me try and make this simple. Think of me as an artist. And just like an artist wants to create, I wanted to create. And the artist who finishes his work and puts it out there for all to see - he knows there’s a little piece of himself in all his creations. The art stands on its own and can’t help but say something about its creator. Anyone who cares to study the art eventually sees the artist himself. It glorifies the artist in this way – it tells you about him, it gives him merit, it honors him.”
“Why did you make me?”
“Well, little philosopher, when an artist completes a work and is extremely satisfied, as I was when making you, he can’t help but love what he made. He holds it in great value, he cares for it. I made you because I’m an artist and I wanted to. And because I made you, I love you.”
“Ok, little skeptic, you’re just going to have to trust me on this. Believe me because I told you. I made you because I wanted to and I love you because I made you.”
Why Did God Create Nashville?
I’m afraid we don’t know. He doesn’t tell us.
But one thing we do know, one thing among many that he told us, is that God loves us. From the time he made clothes for Adam and Eve to the promises he gave Abraham. From forgiving David’s murder to granting Solomon’s request to be a wise leader. For sparing Daniel and his friends lives when taken into captivity.
“For God loved the world so much that…” (John 3:16)
Scripture is full of this.
God didn’t make us to control or manipulate, to watch us suffer, or just to sit back and watch as we killed ourselves off.
We are no cosmic accident.
We were intentionally and wonderfully made.
And because of that we have value and meaning.
And for now, that is a satisfying enough “why” for me.