I grew up much too prideful to ask those questions of doubt, those legitimate and sweet to the lips questions of existential importance…"God...why?” I had been trained from such a young age that these questions only lead to further confusion and misunderstanding, that we ask these out of ignorance and foolishness. That if we were wise enough, patient enough and sinless enough we wouldn’t doubt God. We would not feel compelled to ask these questions, instead we would have the all surpassing peace of the Holy Spirit to abide. For to ask such a question of why God does something or if God even exists, is to admit that your faith is weak. Which we all know from Bible lessons of young, a weak faith means a weak mind and an even weaker knowledge of God. Even scripture affirms the pursuit of God is the beginning of knowledge and blessed is he who finds it. So how can I ask these foolish questions twenty-one years into my faith? The answer is simple…you don’t. Instead you conjecture, deba...