Maybe I am a little off the chart, but I have noticed lately that God is quite curious.  Before you rant and rave and make all kinds of ugly remarks, I know He isn’t curious or needs to know anything.  BUT for someone who does know everything He sure asks a lot of questions.

So I have set out on my journey to discover all the questions God asks.  I am just curious as to why He asks them.  I have a couple of thoughts, but we will see if it holds to be true.

To begin with, I think God asks questions to reveal something to us about Him.  If indeed God does know everything, there has to be something else.  He isn’t like your kids in the back seat yelling “Are we there yet?” on your way to Disney.  He knows, so He has to be wanting to communicate something.  On the other hand, He could be asking questions to show us something about us.

In the first book of the Bible, God doesn’t ask any questions for a while, but He does say a lot of stuff.  In chapter 3 after the infamous fruit shop lifting incident, He asks out loud “Where are you?”.  I am of the opinion that God knows, so what is up with the question.  It reminds me of playing hide and seek with my parents as a kid.  Most of the time they knew where I was, but they would just let me stay there…seemingly not knowing.  They knew all along.  God had to know.

As I think about why He would ask this question a few thoughts come to mind:

1.  God wanted to know that He wasn’t abandoning them but really wanted to be where they were.

God was pursuing them.  That is a challenging thought sometimes when we know all our stuff and to think that God pursues us and is wanting us to come freely out of the shadows.  He pursues and He knows. 

2.  God is the beginner of relationship.  Even when we hide, God initiates the search and rescue process.  I used to think that God is waiting passively for me to do something.  I don’t think that is the case.  They hid and He asked the question.

Some of you would like for me to write a number 3, but I don’t think there is one and I am not into alliterating or pastoral symatry.  

Sometimes I still hide like a little kid just hoping that He will keep walking by and not noticing where I am or what I am doing.  I know that isn’t true, but I try to find comfort from the embarrassment of being caught or exposed naked (that is for the next post).

I guess I can come out from behind the couch now.