Sometimes questions are just lovely in themselves. It occurs to me that some are to be pondered, some enjoyed, some even perhaps forgotten, and others pursued to answers. But not necessarily rushed to answers. How wonderful, even luxurious, is time given to think, research, pray, and "wisdom" them through, those that call to us. For example:
- Does the positioning of books in the Bible affect how we interpret them? If so, how?
- How do the different and specifically chosen literary forms convey meaning?
- Which NT book is really the oldest--James, Galatians, or 1 Thessalonians--and could an argument for James be the fact that there's NO hint of Jewish/Gentile conflict in it; i.e., it was written before any Gentile converts joined the believers? 🤯
- Is the prophet Jeremiah a type of messiah, and if so, how???
- Why do people struggle so much with the problem of evil when it can be easily explained by our fallen world (it wasn't only man that fell) and the existence of a spiritual enemy?
I don't know the answers to any of these, nor does that bother me, even though they might well be answered with research, simple or rigorous. I may or may not seek the answers. But I remember a time, as a high-achieving child, when I thought the smartest people were the ones with the answers. Maybe it's just as enlightening, if not more, to be the one with the questions.
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