The question that broke my heart

This past Sunday, I attended a sweet church.  It may be my new church someday, who knows. The early service was good and Sunday school was great.  I put a lot more weight into Sunday school than the service. That's where the people are who will outlast the preacher. So ... class was going great. Lots of good discussion, lite thoughts and deep thoughts.  And then it happened, the teacher asked a question that pierced my heart.  I knew the standard "good Christian" answer, but in this case I also knew my answer. What was the question you ask?  "If you could sit on a bench and ask Jesus anything, what would it be?"  There could be many "right" answers and I felt like my question to Him was a "wrong" answer... but it was the truth. Those of you that know me and Maureen can probably imagine my question (and I suspect hers too).  Mine even included expletives, which I'm sure the world would say are completely inappropriate for the king of kings. But it was completely honest and real. So real that I teared up a little. No one noticed but Maureen... and she knew and squeezed my hand in reassurance. That's just one of the reasons I love her so.  If you cannot imagine my question, then you don't know me.  But that's ok...I encourage you not to ponder my question and think about the content of your question.  Dig up the deepest and darkest hurt.  The one thing in your life that you just want to know why it happened. And then feel confident in knowing that God himself can take it, can love you for it and can answer it in His time.