It is often said that we cannot question God. Widely held as this idea, I wonder if I entirely agree with it. Yes, as a handiwork of the All-knowing Beginning and the End, the First and the Last, what am I to question Him for any predicament of mine? What am I to question Him for the apparent non-manifestation, for now, of whatever I have asked Him for? What am I to question whatever path it pleases Him to lead me, irrespective of my infantile and ignorant preferences? Indeed, What am I? On these, and similar counts, I am convinced that I lack what the lawyers call locus standi, to question the Almighty God.
But, I believe that once in a while, one can, out of amazement at His unending mercies, despite one’s endless infractions and inadequacies, ask Him some questions. When, despite one’s faltering and falling, He never fails in lovingly lifting us, one cannot help asking Him, like King David did, as recorded in Psalms 8:4, What am I, my Everlasting Father, that you are mindful of me?
In particular, despite my terrible inability to live a righteous life, as He would want me to; not minding my numerous failures to measure up to His expectations; unworthy as my sinful nature makes me, my Everlasting Father, on account of the precious blood of His Only Begotten Son, Jesus Christ, has most graciously kept me to see THIS DAY – June 26, 2019 – my 55th birthday.
Therefore, may I humbly request that you kindly join me in thanksgiving and total adoration to my Redeemer and Deliverer, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, the Ancient of Days, the Rock of Ages, the Mighty Man in Battle, He with whom nothing is impossible, whose mercies endure forever, who was, who is and is to come, who neither slumbers nor sleeps, who stretched out the heavens and laid the foundations of the earth, God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost.
Unto Him be all the glory, now and forever.