The day we stop asking "Why?" is a very dangerous day.
It's a day draped in a mask of maturity but really it's not. "Immature children are the ones who won't stop asking questions," we think.
Us adults are the ones who don't get it.
We shouldn't ask for a map only when we're lost or for translations only when we can't communicate. We shouldn't accept things just because that's how we were taught... or raised in some cases.
"I'm too old to learn something new," is not a thought of the wise.
We should ask why.
Then, we should ask how. And when. And why again. Over and over and over.
This isn't a lack of faith or poor judgment. It's not really a sign of disrespect either, although at the onset it might feel and appear that way.
And by all means, we must honor and respect those around us when we ask.
But even if it's hidden in our hearts, we must always ask, "Why? Why are things like that, why do I think this way?"
That small question is the key to understanding. The key to seeing. The key to believing.
Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." Matthew 19:14
"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you." Matthew 7:7
In what ways have you stopped asking "Why?" Why is that? If you were given permission to ask any question, and question everything, would you? Would you be willing to go there? Why or why not?