Question Marks

Do you like questions?

I do. 

Questions open doors – doors to conversation, doors to understanding, doors to other people, doors to our own hearts and minds.

I love good questions.

A few weeks ago, when I visited a local book club who had just finished reading Trouble the Water, a woman told me, “I’m re-reading your book, because of the questions.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“There are so many good questions,” she said. “Every time I get to a question, I write it down and answer it for myself. It’s making me think in new ways.”

We talked a bit longer, and she told me that she thought my use of questions was “brilliant.” 

The thing is, I never sat down to write with the intention of using questions as a literary instrument. I just think in questions, and so the characters and the story have their own questions.

“What was I thinking?”

“How? Why?”

“How do you know?” “Why won’t you tell me?”

“What do I think?”

“What kind of God is that?”

“What do you mean?”

“But do you really care about me?”

“What now?”

Questions. Curiosity. Inquiry. Imagination. They open and stretch our minds, and our hearts, and our relationships. And our world.

What are your questions today? And what will you do with them?

Maybe that’s why questions leave a mark.

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