I got baptized… and I remember being so proud of myself.  I’d done what I was supposed to and now things would be good.  I kept reading the Bible, learning verses and being the good christian girl.  I would tell others about Jesus, and would invite my friends to church.  I got stars next to my name for doing this (!!) and felt like I was really doing my job.

Even with all that I was doing, I still remember asking many questions.  Usually at night when I was just falling asleep.  I can still remember clearly, like it was yesterday, thinking about God, and who he was, and how he became God.  My mom and dad told me that God just always was.  In my mind, I would think about it like a ruler (yep…. my inner geek showed through at a young age!)… in my head, I’d keep cutting the ruler in half… and you can never reach zero… this is how I thought about God.  He was like a ruler that could never go to zero, so he must have always been.

This was probably the earliest memory of questioning I can remember… and I answered my question by using some random, inanimate object as my answer.  But, I think it was pretty good for a five year old who was afraid of hell.

What are some of your earliest memories of questioning?