So there I was, all warm and toasty in our lovely church, while outside the rain was beating down on the stain glass windows. I was singing songs of Thanksgiving in a church filled with joyfully singing people---and a stuffed, roast turkey was waiting back at home. Does it get much better than that? I don't think so. So what do I do when we get back home on this particular Thanksgiving in my memory? I start asking questions. You know, as I write this, even I am getting tired of my constant question. questioning! But, I just had to ask….
"Do all the kids all over the world get turkey and stuffing like us?" That is definitely a Brenda Question. You'd have thought I asked what was, to me, a fairly simple question.
Well, talk about a sudden silence! Instantaneously the room was pin drop quiet as my question hung in the air, along with the mouth-watering aromas wafting in from the kitchen. I can still remember looking around, finally, wondering what I'd done wrong. Both of my parents rolled their eyes, which was a rare occurrence---like a lunar eclipse. I realized instantly that I had asked another one of those questions. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to know. I was happy and secure, and I wondered if all little children felt the same way on this day---since this was such a special day and all. I was young.
To this day I can't remember the answer I was given. I guess I was too traumatized by my social faux pas to remember what kind of answer I got. I realize now I was raining on their parade, but there was no malice aforethought. None at all. And, remembering the kind of answers I got to that type of question in later years, I'm pretty sure I know what I was told on that special, aromatic Thursday: "Well, some little children are not as fortunate as you are, which is why you should be grateful to God for all your blessings." Sounds good at first blush, doesn't it?
But as I got older, that answer satisfied less and less. I kept pressing, trying to understand why I (or anyone) should be so "fortunate" while others (any others) should be so "unfortunate." What was God doing up there?! Why couldn't we all have turkey and stuffing? I still find this a reasonable question. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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