Three Questions

On my second date with God, He took me to a beautiful, secluded island. The sun began to set as we walked along the beach, our footprints trailing in the sand behind us.

“Nice view, huh?” He remarked, gesturing outward. I simply nodded.

“You're welcome.” He chuckled. I laughed nervously. Of all the people in the world, I knew I had no business being in His Almighty presence.

“Relax, my child. The rules are simple. You get three questions. Choose carefully.” He said.

“W-what is the m-meaning of life?” I stuttered.

“Is that really the question you wish to ask me?” God said.

“N-no.” I said.

“Okay then. Let's start again. No do-overs this time. What do you honestly want to know?” He asked.

“Is Jesus really your son?” I asked.

“Every single man, woman, boy, and girl on this Earth, both living and past, were born of me, flesh of my flesh. You are all my children whom I love unconditionally. Even when you forsake me, ignore me, doubt me, and do wicked things to one another, I am still here with open arms, waiting to welcome you. I created life on this Earth, so my spirit lives on in each one of you. Jesus is my son, just as you are my daughter.” God explained. “Next question.”

“If we're your children, and you love us so much, why don't you intervene and stop us from killing each other?” I asked. “Um...sir.” I quickly added.

“It may not seem like it at times, but free will is a blessing. But it can also be a curse. You are very frail and volatile beings. The biggest threat posed to you is yourselves. Although the power to choose your own path in life is one my greatest gifts to humankind, it is also a tremendous responsibility, one you must learn not to squander. If I were to take all that away to keep you safe from each other, could you be happy? Imagine if every single part of your life had already been decided for without your say or consent. Is that the type of life you would want?” He responded.

“I guess not...” I said.

“Last question. Make it a good one.” He joked.

There were so many questions swirling around in my head, but I knew there was one in particular that only God could answer.

“Why...why did I have to die?”